What Animals Have You Raised That You Don't Want To Have In Your Life?

I used to have a pair of birds, my husband and wife, especially love, then live in the government compound, hanging in my house on the vine, my father all day holding me to the grape trellis to tease them.

We have a courtyard of the door to my dad and uncle, a unit, family disharmony, home all day is particularly quiet, the couple did not speak, because there is a unit that conflicts with my father quite large, then one night, the lights are off, my mother opened a small table cloth wool clothing woven into the middle of the night, to see the uncle to the vine, she glanced at no care, because we thought it was going to pee, yard no toilets, public toilet on the outside, we sometimes lazy, will go to the grape to pee, right when fertilization.

Then second days, I found there was only one left! At that time my father was crazy, repeatedly asked me and my mother, last night, did not go to open the cage, why is it missing a bird?. My mother didn't start telling me the truth, for fear that my father had an impulse to make an accident, and then she said, "she later filled the bird with water, and probably forgot to shut the cage door.". Then my father and I were waiting, assured that the bird will fly back.

The bird and the rest, do not eat slowly, don't cry, my father opened the cage and put it out, tell it to fly away to find the bird, it will not go, then one day, the morning, to see it lying dead in a cage. We buried it in the vine, the cage away, I know we will never raise birds, one night after a long time, we gathered together to eat fruit chat, my dad said, the bird flew away, never to come back, do not know to leave the bird it lost love.
My mother told the truth, at that time my father and I was shocked, we imagine the scene, the heart cool. Later, my father and mother live frugally, bought a house, moved out of the government compound.

When I play this story now, imagine that his uncle, every day in a cold house, watching the door a day laugh laughing, there is a lively day squeaking bird, then there is a paradox of excitation, in a dark and stormy night, to kill a bird the door of the house.

This is how much hate! Especially, then I slowly, sometimes no longer enjoy the moment a vent, go with silly wave and the metamorphosis of a relatively high, because you always have a love of people or things, they weak, they have no ability to protect themselves, you don't know you to offend people.