“Yes, you are,” said my friend, laughing. I saw people were holding smiles and I felt my face reddened.
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I once spent a weekend at my friend’s farm. In the morning, my friend, her grandpa and grandma, a farmhand, and I went to the chicken farm. I started to feel uneasy. I was trying to listen to the farmhand explaining about the farm when I noticed one of the roosters ran toward me. I grabbed my friend’s arm. She asked me what was going on and I said nothing. A minute later, another rooster ranged. I jumped and cried, “Chicken!”
“Yes, you are,” said my friend, laughing. I saw people were holding smiles and I felt my face reddened.
Retno Wibawanti
14/11/2019 03:34:42 pm
Short story, funny, simple and relates to me. I always scare to see a rooster Comments are closed.
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