So my mom recently started buying chickens.
And I told her I was claiming one of them as my own, and she wouldn't be allowed to kill him and make him into soup, as is her plan for the rest of them.
I named my chicken, brace yourselves, Luke-Hemmings-The-Chicken.
At first his name was just Luke.
But when i talked to my sister about him, she wouldn't know who I was talking about, so I would say Luke Hemmings.
Eventually she would get confused between whether I meant Luke Hemmings the musician, or Luke Hemmings the chicken. So I started calling him Luke Hemmings the Chicken. And thats how his name came to be.
So...today my mum killed the fatest of the chickens; Bobby.
And two days ago, Luke-Hemmings-The-Chicken attacked my sister. And yesterday he attacked my mum. Which leads me to believe he is seeking to regain the throne as leader of the chickens.
Cause Luke-Hemmings-The-Chicken used to be the leader until they all ganged up on him and broke a few of his fingers.
But he has fully recovered now, and I think he's on the prowl.
Anyway, enough of my stupid story about my pet chicken. lol.
I have my spanish final and my art final tomorrow, so wish me luck guys. I really hope I pass cause I've been stressing a lot this semester.
THANK YOU FOR READING MY BORING STORY.
NA NIGHT.
LOVE YOU.
CLARY xx
