As far as I can remember, I had always wanted a dog. Instead, my dad took me to Chinatown, into a market shop and allowed me to choose a little chicky. We brought the chicky home and it grew into a beautiful, yet aggressive rooster. When he was too large for our little studio apartment, my aunt took him to her home. I still remember that he really loved eating corn.
Cheers!
Lucky Apricot
