chicken...run!!!!

i remember when we were kids, my cousin would egg his mother to buy him a chick. a baby chicken, a chick. my sisters and i would beg and beg our father to buy us one too, but he would never give in to our request. he says that if he buys one for us it will just die. so we go to our cousin's house to play with his pet chick. i think it's animal cruelty what we used to do. oh the fun we would have when we see the chick's anus quiver/flex when we blow air on it. and the chick would die. it's true what my father said. it will die, then my cousin would ask his mom to buy him another one. everyday a chick dies. until his chick craze left him and pogs became famous. pogs saved the chicks.