this morning my mom woke me up by saying "I think the little chick is dying!" I came out and I didn't want to look, but I did and it was all flopped over on its back and barely breathing. It was horrible, because we were fostering it for our friend because her daughter had lost her chicken last year and we were going to surprise her with a new one for her birthday. It was really small and was the last one left in its brooder at the feed store, I guess it was just weak or something. It really sucked though because my eleven year old sister was falling apart and calling me heartless just because I didnt cry, and my four year old brother wasn't acting sad at all. Just wanted to share that.