Hate:
I hate birds, All birds. When I was a kid about the age of seven I was at my grandmother's house and her husband had chickens and along with chickens comes a chicken coop. It was handmade of old 2x4's and held together with rusty nails all jutted out in various directions, like tiny teeth ready to slice off shreds of whatever dare come close enough to it. Inside this cage are fifty or so nasty animals, with their tiny beady eyes and feathers matted in colors of red and dirt brown. Squawking and pecking with their tiny, orange, never full beaks. In a mass so large that it is only a small patch of ground is visible...