Another Chicken Story

I have always been an animal lover. When I was a little girl, I received a Peep (small baby chick) for an Easter present. I took very good care of it and it grew into a chicken. Things were fine until my chicken escaped one day. Mrs. Mezzacappi, our neighbor, was sweeping her sidewalk and my chicken pecked her on her leg. She screamed and Dad came running...so embarrassed. Dad told me that my pet would be much happier living on "the farm". Years later I was recalling what had happened to the chicken and Dad admitted that the farm was on Truesdale Avenue! That's right, Grandma cooked my chicken!!! I didn't speak to my Dad for a week.