Baby chicks

My Father came home one day. Through the back door he stood with a wide but short box. Inside the box were at least ten to twelve very yellow and fluffy baby chickens. They were all chirping away and all over each other. He let them out on the back porch and we thought that we had some pets for the first time. My father let us hold and play with them but we had to be gentle. As I got older I realized that my dad was going to raise them most likely for food. Unfortunately it didn't matter Pets or Food. The very next morning when we woke up, we found the chicks all laying there lifeless with their legs off. A gofer rat had come in and dashed all of our wishes. We cried so much my mother had to console us.