When my dad was little his grandma gave him a pet chicken. They became best friends and he spent all his time playing with his new pet. One evening, he went out back to see his chicken, but couldn’t find him anywhere. He asked his mom where his chicken went and she said “Oh, he must have escaped the fence and run away.” My dad was very sad. He went inside for dinner where his mother served him his food. He was very hungry until he looked down and realized that right there on his plate was a little serving of chicken! His mother had killed his pet and cooked him for dinner that night. He was heartbroken. Although he was devastated at the time, he has grown very amused with telling this story.