My First Pet in Chicago

By Stuti S., 6th Grade, Loyola Park After School Program
True Stories That's Weird, Grandma Celebration of Authors COA 2007

When we first moved to Chicago we had no friends (because our apartment was in a college campus) and we had no pets but we still wanted to stay. One day we went on a walk (my sister and I loved Chicago because there were squirrels and rabbits every where there were none in Africa).  While my mom was talking to someone. My sister and I started to feed a squirrel for many weeks she kept following us for food so she was our pet. She was such a family pet that my dad’s pockets and briefcase had nuts, my mom’s purse had nuts my sister’s bag and my bag had nuts.  We were able to tell her apart from other squirrels because she had a fracture on her ear, we really loved her and when we had to move we gave her loads of nuts. If we ever go back to where we used to live I don’t think she will remember me but I will always remember Squeaky as my first pet in Chicago.