many rows of chairs and a coffin were sat in the middle of the royal garden Queen Daisy took her place at the front of the stage. "We are all gathered here to celebrate to the life of this lovely hen. She was a mother, a sister, a grandmother, and a daughter. Her beautiful grandson, prince Wesley took care of her in her later years. I'm sure she would be proud of the young, caring rooster he has become. Will Wesley please step up?" Wesley came up. His comb was pale and his feathers were stiff from the tears he had shed.
"I would like to thank everyone for attending to this funeral. I am so thankful for all the support. My grandmother taught me to be kind, caring and most of all, selfless. Her dying words were: "Don't ever forget the kind, loving, selfless roo you have become," She in a word, raised me. My mother died when I was just a chick. Grandmother took up the job of raising me. She could've given me to the orphanage or a relative but no. She cared for me," Wesley's voice faltered. "For 20 years she raised me. I wish I could return the favor but my chance has gone. Lets at least give a toast to the one who raised me," Wesley took his glass and raised it. "To the one who raised me!"
the crowd echoed his words and the coffin was buried in the graveyard. Wesley put the first and last shovel of dirt onto the grave Wesley spotted another grave next to his grandmothers. The words; HERE LIES AMBER CONNOR Wesley smiled. It was the grave of his mother.