Dad ran and got his gun and
shot the skunk. Later we saw that the bullet went in his back and out his
chest. We gathered up all the dead chickens with some maggots on them. We also
got the dead skunk. We went to our pit and threw the dead animals in. The skunk
had some pretty big claws.
We were sad to lose our
chicks. The one that was hurt died a few days later. Now we have only one
lonely chick. We plan to get some more chickens from our friend.
By Jonathan and Dad – age 8 and
age 45
