Something About This Chick

There was something special about the lost chick I found yesterday. Her brown eyes reminded me of a human’s eyes but whose? I collected her from the alley and brought her home to feed. She wanted worms. Did I have any? I looked in the frig. No worms, sorry. She reclined on her side and lifted her leg doing lifts and kicks. Good grief! She was my mother! Brought back to life in the form of a chick. I will get you worms, I vowed, running to the bait shop. When I returned, she was gone. How had she gotten out the locked door? It is a complex mystery.