A long time ago, from when I was maybe 7 or 8, my dad and I went to India for vacation to visit my grandmother. She lives on this farm, so she has a lot of animals like cows and chickens and a rooster. So, when we first got there, my dad went to put away our suitcase inside the house, and my grandmother went to help him. I decided to wander around. So I was walking around the front yard of the house minding my own business and enjoying the scenery, when all of a sudden I notice something behind me, and when I turned around to look, I saw this rooster charging at me (out of nowhere). I don’t know if roosters could look mad, but this one definitely was, for some reason. I was so scared and upset, because the rooster pecked me on my foot. I screamed of course, and my dad chased away the rooster.
I think the rooster went into hiding or something because I didn’t see it for a couple of days, so I thought I was safe. But a couple of days after that, my grandmother and my dad were sitting on the porch talking, and I was standing around near them in front of the porch. It all seemed peaceful. My grandmother’s house has a roof on the side of the porch. So on my right side, I looked over, and I saw the rooster climbing along the roof ready to charge at me again. I screamed again and ran into the house. My dad and grandmother scared it away again. And since that day I have been scared to walk around that house, at least for the remainder of that trip.
