The sun is shining through my window one early summer morning. I yawn and sit up in my bed, planning to get an early start on the day. Stretching my arms, I roll back my covers and hop out of bed. I brush out my tangled hair then make my bed. I head down stairs, smile on my face. Breathing in the fresh summer air that has traveled into the room, it seems like a good start to the day.
            I reach the bottom of the stairs and feel a warm, squishy thing under my feet. I pick up my foot and look down in disgust. Fresh chicken poo is stuck to the bottom of my foot. Gagging from the smell, I go into the kitchen to find a paper towel.
            There, standing on the island, is a rooster, a big, scary rooster. The rooster begins to crow, and in fear, I step back slowly. It just glares at me with its beady eyes. I accidentally bump into the doorway as I am backing up, and the rooster crows and charges me. Screaming, I run to the back door, chicken poo smudging all over the floor. I slam the door in the rooster’s face and stop at the end of our porch to calm myself down. Then, I hear the rooster feathers ruffle behind me. I turn around to see that the rooster has gotten out of the house by crawling out through the cat door!
            It glares at me and starts to chase me again to the front of the house.
            "Don't kill me!" I yell back at the rooster who doesn't listen and keeps chasing me.
            Hearing laughter, I look just for a moment at the front door and see my younger brother laughing at me. I run to that door and try to open it; my brother has locked it.
            "Unlock the door, Samuel!" I scream."Pleaseeee."
            My brother just continues to just laugh and shakes his head no. I turn back and see the rooster still there, so I begin to run again. This time I run to a tree that I climb like lightning. The rooster struts around the tree, not letting me escape. I cower in the tree for at least ten minutes until the rooster finally gets bored and walks away. Slowly, I make my way down the tree. Looking around for the rooster, I dart for the back door. I slam the door shut and take in a deep breath. I walk back into the kitchen to clean up the mess I have made. I glance out the window and see the rooster still glaring at me. One step at a time I back out of the kitchen and then run up the stairs to my bedroom. I dart under the covers and stay there till my mother makes me get up.