Last week I visited my great uncle's house and saw the chickens that he had. I wanted to touch one, but I was scared that their mom (in Romanian it is called "closca" closhka) would jump on me because my mom told me that when she was little she wanted to hold a chicken and the mom thought she was going to steal the chicken or something like that (but she was just trying to hold it) and it jumped on her! She ran away into the house and the chicken flew off off her. My grandma (in Romanian, "Bunica" booneeka) caught one because it ducked under the fence to my great uncle's garden. There was a black one and a yellow one. The big chicken was on the other side of the fence so she didn't see my grandma and didn't fly on her. She gave it to me and I was kind of scared that it would peck on my fingers, but my grandma said that it was little and wouldn't really do any harm because its beak was really little and didn't hurt. "Closca's" beak would be much more hurtful than the baby chick's! Zach wanted to hold it but was scared because my mom had told him the mother chicken would jump on him if he touched the babies. So, Zachy asked mom "Is the big chicken gonna jump on me?" Then we ate soup ("bors" borsh) and left.
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