THE ANIMALS IN MY HOUSE
I was awakened one Saturday morning by odd sounds emanating from my living room. I initially assumed it was my younger brother pulling pranks once more. However, I froze in disbelief when I opened the door. A goat was chewing on one of my mother's favorite cushions while standing proudly on the sofa! Before I could react, a hen came running across the floor, followed by five tiny chicks pecking at crumbs under the table. My cat, Tiger, sat on the shelf watching them like a security guard, his tail twitching. I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming, but I could tell this was real by the smell of goat fur.
There were more surprises when I crept into the kitchen. A parrot was yelling, "Who let the animals in?" next to a dog that was drinking from the sink. As if to make fun of me, "Who let the animals in?" The goat fled into my parents' bedroom when I attempted to chase it outside. I was in serious trouble now. My mother screamed as she emerged. "Kwame! What's happening here? I was at a loss for words. With trepidation, I said, "I think the animals are having a party, Mama." She didn't find it funny. We started the great animal chase together. The goat kicked over a bucket of water, the chicks dispersed, and the hen ran beneath the bed. As though encouraging them, the dog let out an excited bark.
While tidying up the mess later that afternoon, I spotted an oddity close to the window: a tiny hole in the fence. They must have entered that way! I hastily covered it with wire and wood. The parrot yelled from the mango tree outside, "We'll be back!" just when I thought the calm had returned. We will return!