Blog 45

Okay, I’m pretty sure today’s blog is free writing. I hope so or I’ll feel stupid. I’m not sure what to blog about. I'm writing  it pretty quick so randomness will happen. Sorry! I am just busy, busy, busy! Anyways, I asked my sister what I should write about and she said how I bury my fish when they die. Most people flush their fishies down the toilet when they die, but I actually go outside and give them a nice funeral. I get sad when any of my pets are in pain, dying, and/or die. When my first fish died, my father told me to flush it down the toilet, because that’s what a lot of people do, right? Well, I refused. How come my poor fishie had to go down the toilet and not be buried in the ground with my other pets that had passed away? I used to have a hen as a pet when I was little. She had died one morning. I think it was because she was getting old. Well, my sister and I dug a hole and placed her in it. We said our goodbyes and covered her up. We always step on the dirt so no animals will dig them out. Well, when I went to step on the dirt over her, she started making noise. I thought she was alive and I was in shock. I was stepping on my poor chicken and she can’t breathe! Amanda then explained that it was just the air coming out of her. What a confused little girl I was. :p