Little Billy came home from school to see the family’s pet rooster dead in the front yard. Rigor mortis had set in and it was flat on its back with its legs in the air. When his Dad came home Billy said, “Dad

Little Billy came home from school, his small frame weighed down by the burden of a heavy heart. As he trudged up the front path, his eyes fell upon the sight that made his stomach churn – their beloved family pet rooster lay lifeless in the front yard, its once vibrant feathers now dulled by death. Rigor mortis had set in, freezing the rooster in a grotesque pose with its legs pointing awkwardly toward the sky.

Tears welled up in Billy’s eyes as he dropped his school bag and rushed over to the motionless bird. He knelt beside it, his small hands trembling as he reached out to touch its feathers, hoping against hope that it would stir back to life. But the rooster remained still, its eyes closed forever.

Heartbroken, Billy made his way into the house, his steps heavy with grief. He knew he had to tell his dad about what had happened, but the words caught in his throat as he struggled to find the right way to break the news.