Chapter 4
I could feel the basket move on it's uneven wheels. I looked out the hole I have made. All I could see was a bunch of other eggs, in the same basket as me. I was frightened. I was jiggling around in the filled basket. I was so scared, I jammed right out of the egg to escape. But there was no way out of the basket. It wheeled us down the long hall. Humans took the trays that we are on, out of the moving basket, that I now realize, is a cart. They were throwing the deformed chicks, half-hatched chicks, shells, and cockerels in a garbage can. I could smell the unhealthy air. It reeked of tobacco and gases. It burned my eyes and lungs. I felt sick. I wept, as I watched others jump off the tray, trying to save their lives. But instead, the cart rolled over them, leaving a bloody mess. My stomach ached. Not just from the tobacco and gases, but from seeing the other poor chicks getting killed. In the garbage can, I could see the deformed chicks and males, trying their best to jump to the top. But nothing happened. They only got buried again, because others, trying to save their lives too, knocked them down. I was glad I wasn't in there, but I knew for a fact, that wasn't going to get better.