From Pecked to Fearless: My Rooster Revenge

Today I came across three chickens. To take a photo, I chased them for a while, but I’m so happy—these cute animals brought back memories of my childhood! There was an arrogant rooster my neighbor raised; it pecked me every time I passed their house. At first, I’d run back to my parents for help, and they’d always go out to scare it away. But one day, I’d had enough. When it pecked me again, I fought back—chasing it and throwing stones at it. In that moment, I just thought: “Today, one of us is going to win—you or me. I’ll do my best to beat you!”

Yes, I not only threw rocks at it, but also tried to grab its neck so I could fling it away like a shot put 😁😁😁 Guess what? I won! I didn’t actually get its neck, but that rooster never pecked me again—and that’s the best part. It even started to be kind of scared of me, hahaha~

Looking back now, that silly rooster fight wasn’t just about winning—it was the first time I stood up for myself instead of running to my parents. Those chickens today brought that memory flooding back, and I smiled thinking how brave (and stubborn!) little me was. Sometimes the smallest childhood adventures stick with you the longest—they’re like little gifts that make you laugh and feel warm, even years later.❤️

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