This is a story that I wrote about my first chicken named Kermit… I love and miss him…

Kermit’s egg was plopped out of a mommy chicken and then put into an incubator. At a certain time, the egg was injected with dye that permanently dyed his baby feathers green.
He hatched at some fuzzy time. Not exactly sure the when.
He probably was put out to be sold at some chicken hatchery or feed store or maybe on the streets of Mexico.
Then, he was purchased by two parents looking for a great Easter gift for their children.
They purchased Kermit and another chicken that would later be named Megatron. Megatron was purple and probably a boy chicken.
On Easter or one of the days in that area, Kermit and Megatron were presented to their children.
The children quickly were bored with the lovely presents and decided to get rid of them after a few weeks passed.
One of the children decided to give the birds to her biology teacher who was also my biology teacher at the time. His name is Mr. Nobles.
She knew he’d find someone who would care for them.
One of the first days he had them, he showed them to the class and we were all impressed.
He asked who wanted them and my friend Jared and I both wanted them. He wanted the green and I wanted the purple so I took my phone out in the middle of the class and called my mother. She said yes, that I could have it, to my surprise!!!
The chicks did not have names so I named my chicken-to-be Megatron!
It was a Friday and we were going out of town so my teacher said he’d care for both of the chicks until Monday so I can get him and actually care for him.
Unfortunately, when I returned, Megatron had been slaughtered by my teacher’s hunting dog and the remaining chicken was the green one. Mr. Nobles said that Jared couldn’t have a chicken and I could have the remaining green one who he named Kermit.
So I took him to my classes and everyone saw and it was great!!
After school, we had track and field practice, but I didn’t want to practice because I was too excited about my chicken so I got him out and we were finding cool things to eat in the grass. I throw discus so we were in a grassy area.
It was sooo cool! He followed me around and ate soo many bumble bees and he was only a few weeks old!!!
Anyways, I took him home and carried him around constantly. We would look under rocks for bugs and he’d eat anything I’d give him! He’d sleep in my arms and couldn’t stand being without me!
I had found a real friend and so did he!
I remember showing him off to my tiny yorkshire terrier/poodle mix named Roofus coming up and sniffing his butt way too close. He’d push him around and I’d do my best to control him, but he was really curious!
Anyways, time passed and Kermit grew older and older. He started growing adolescent feathers to cover his green and he started maturing.
He was getting too big for the cage I had been keeping him in so we finally moved him over to the huge cage outside that my brother and I built. He liked it out there but he was really bored and I felt sorry for him..
Eventually, he started crowing. A LOT!! Haha. I was soooo happy for him but he needed something else in his life and it was very obvious.
So, my mommy and I loaded up into the car and headed off to get a female friend for him!
We picked one out almost randomly. She was fast, agile, and really cute!
I had no idea what kind she was because she was so young. I named her Fran.
Kermit was extremely happy to see her! He started dancing for her as soon as he saw her!!
It seemed like they were in love and they followed each other closely. They would flock over to me when I’d flop over a rock so they could eat some nice, juicy grubs or earwigs.
Time, again passed. It slipped away. I had many, many good times with Kermit.
When I’d go outside, he’d peek his head up to see if it was me or not and if it was, he’d run straight over to me to be picked up and petted.
But, if he ever heard my dog’s dog tags clanking together, he’d run over to the door or wherever the noise was coming from and attack! He was getting sweet revenge. My dog, since then, has been afraid of going outside!
One day, however, I was getting ready to see a movie upstairs while it was raining really hard when I heard a knock at the door.
It was the neighbor kid telling my little brother that my rooster had jumped over the fence. I heard from upstairs and ran outside to get him back over because I knew that the two dogs next door have been eyeballing him ever since I brought him home and they would get him as soon as they had the chance.
I was half shaven and half dressed when I went outside. I looked around real quick to see if he had jumped back. I looked across the fence and in a second I had jumped it and ran over to their massive dog. She had Kermit in her mouth and was trotting around like he was some kind of toy. I chased her down and cornered her by the neighbor’s back door entrance. She was looking up at me like she was scared. She should be. If she hadn’t sat Kermit’s body down in my hands the way she did, I would have hit the dog as hard as I could. I was so mad. I couldn’t believe what had happened and I didn’t realize what I was doing. I was yelling at some dog to give me back my best friend.
Once in my hands, I walked quickly away the dog towards the now opened fence and into my yard. He wasn’t bleeding but wasn’t moving either. We were both soaked in rainwater and tears. I laid his body down on the slope leading into the entrance of the shed we had in the back yard. It seemed like he was still breathing. I don’t understand why, but to me, dead things always still seem alive when I stare at them long enough. I could barely continue crying and snot was all over my body. I held him like I had earlier that day, before it started raining. I knew he was dead, but I didn’t want to believe it.
I went inside and got a shoebox to put him in and hid him in the garage until I could properly bury him..
I can still feel the pain I had and every now and then I still cry over what happened. I wished I had put him up in his coop like I always did when it rained. I was too busy thinking about my date and getting ready to think about someone else. I’m stupid like that.
The next day was the day I was going to bury him.
I went into the garage expecting him to have jumped out of the box and walk around, but he didn’t. I peeked in the box to see if he was sleeping. He wasn’t. Nothing I did would bring me to the realization of what happened.
I buried him by the shed. The last thing I ever said to him when he was alive was that I love him.

Man, he was like my best friend.