Today is Sunday. Like always, I went for my painting class with my dad early in the morning at 6 o’clock. On the way to my teacher’s house, there is a chicken shop. Many live chickens are kept in cages there. Every time we pass, I look at them because I like to see how they move and make sounds.

My class got over at 8. My dad came to take me home, and we started walking back. When we passed the chicken shop again, I saw something that made me feel very sad. The shopkeeper was holding a chicken by its wing and putting it on a weighing scale. A man was standing there and talking to him. I think he wanted to buy the chicken.

Oh no! They were going to kill it! The poor chicken was crying and trying to escape. I felt so bad for it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all the way home. I don’t even remember how I reached home because I was lost in my thoughts about the poor chicken.