My life as a chicken named Storm

My life as a chicken named Storm

Chirp,chirp,chirp that’s the sound of a black chicken. Well it’s no ordinary chicken, it’s a pitched black chicken whose name is Storm. When I was born I looked like an Ostrich. The people in Room 5 put a Yellow bande around my leg to identify me. They named me Storm because I am as black as a thunder cloud. I am still quite young, only four weeks old. Each day I get taken out of a little brooder box and get put onto a plastic mat. They look after me well. They also get kids from other classrooms to have a look at me and all the other chickens. There is one little boy one Room 5 who looks after me well. His name is Leslie. He keeps me really cozy. I sleep under a heat lamp that keeps me warm when I am not in his arms. Each morning some kids come out and put me onto a plastic mat and start cleaning my home. I usually hang out with Chicken little and Inky the other two little chickens. We don’t hang out with the big ones because they peck and bully us. Sometimes Room 5 are a little too noisy and and we cuddle up to  our babysitters. There is no other chicken that looks like me so that makes me special. Once someone turned off the heat lamp and I thought I was going to freeze. Luckily enough a boy called Harrison came to the rescue. My crest is growing very fast. I think that I am a hen not a rooster. My life at Toko school is awesome I never want to leave.

By Charis