When I was ten, a friend of my mom gave us a baby chick we named "Pippin." We raised Pippin for about a year.
Then, my dad was given this wild dog from a co-worker...the co-worker was convinced the dog would be a good rabbit dog.
One day, the dog was lose, and it tore into Pippin. Our family was devastated! Even my dad, who wasn't much into emotion, was affected.
He gave away the dog immediately.
Sorry about the chicks.
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