Rooster

 

Cricket is a rooster. 

We bought him when he was really little, 'cause he was really cute.  For a long time, we thought he was not a rooster, because my Grandma and Grandpa gave me a chicken book, and he didn't look like the roosters in there.  Also, he didn't crow or have a comb. 

Now he is four months old.  My Mommy and my brother Keandre heard him trying to crow on Sunday when they were resting.  Keandre thought it was Brooklyn, but my Mommy got up and saw Cricket crowing.  He did it three times.  But he hasn't done it since then. 

I wish Cricket wasn't a rooster, and that he wouldn't crow.  I want to keep him.  When I see pictures of him as a baby, I get really sad.  Now we have to find a new home for him. 

Do you want Cricket?  I hope we find a new home where I can visit him sometimes. 

He is free, and we'll give you some food, too.  If you put him in a dark cage at night, he won't crow in the morning until you uncover the box. 

(typed by my Mom)