My house has turned into an infirmary for animals. We have a chicken in our backyard who my mother found the other day lying on the road. Apparently a car had hit it, so my frantic neighbor, Renelle, called my mother and wanted to know what to do. So we have it in our backyard. It's a white hen that walks around with a slight limp. Sad.
And in my parent's room there is a guinea pig. The guinea pig's back legs are paralyzed because a four year old got a hold of it.
My mom isn't so hopeful of this one recovering.
Sunday, May 24, 2009 | ramble by Anonymous at 2:43 PM |
bring me your sick?
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