So turns out, in Spring, agimas stand on the corner outside
E-World and sell little chicks to kids for the equivalent of 50 cents. Chicks, chicks, little yellow baby
chicks. The kids give the agimas
50 cents and in return the agimas give them a chick wrapped up in a plastic
bag.
These poor chicks.
The kids squeeze them, abuse them, malnourish them, and they end up only
living a few days. It’s strange
and sad, but mostly it is incredibly annoying. There are loud, noisy, chirping chicks in my classroom all
of the time. It’s distracting, not
to mention disturbing because I know the fate of the chicks.
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