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When my sister was younger she believed that all animals had the right to be warm, this included chickens. However, chickens were outside animals, and could not be let inside the house.
One particular day when it was extra windy, my sister decided that it was the perfect time to "warm" up our poor chicken. So she stood on the outside wall of our laundry room and held the chicken up to the heat vent. Slowly but surely the chicken took in more carbon monoxide fumes than one could handle at any given time.
That's one chicken that didn't take off running after it lost its head...
I had a pet worm that I found outside. I didn't know that worms had to stay moist, so I played with it drying it out. Then it just broke in half, and I tried to tape it back together but it didn't work. All the brown stuff leaked out. So I put it in a piece of paper and buried it in my backyard. I thought that after I buried it, a bird dug the body up and ate the remainds. I felt so horrible. I cried for so long. I still think a bird ate it because the paper isn't there.
When my dog died when I was 6, my parents said I should bury her in an old jacket I used to wear so that she wouldn't get cold when she went to heaven.
I spent many a night looking out of my window after that, waiting to see my dog wearing my jacket, walking away from where we had buried her. I thought it odd that she had to be buried if she was going to be walking somewhere after she was dead.
I learned the truth eventually, but never regretted burying her in my jacket.
I used to believe that when my rat (Ms Peaches) died that she came back as a bird that flew into our house... I still believe it now
I used to believe that the way you knew when people were dead was when their toungue was sticking out.
My aunt and uncle had a pond across the street from their house....we used to skate on it in the winter. There were gold fish living in this pond that would get frozen into the ice....you could see their orange bodies suspended in the ice. I used to believe that when the ice melted in the spring...the goldfish would be released into the pond and swim away...frozen for the winter, and back to normal in the spring.
When I was really little, my aunt's dog died. I didn't know what death was, I just knew the person went away and it was sad. And they couldn't ever be brought back. So when the dog died, I imagined Woody slipping through the floor until only his head was above the ground, and my aunt was crying, and then he went under. I don't know how I got that idea....
I used to believe that when my dog De-De died, that just ment she had to live in the ground from then on. My friend Kelly and I tried to dig her up in the back yard so we could visit with her. My mother stoped us in time.
I used to believe that when my animals died they would go to animal hevean. All the animals would get a long together up there and they would all become friends.
when i was little i learned that hamburgers were made out of dead animals and when my hamster died the next time we had hamburgers i save the burger in a little box because i thought my hamster was in it.
When I was about 3, our chihuahua, Mickey, died of old age. My father didn't quite know how to explain death to me, so he told me Mickey died because he barked too much. Then for years my dad wondered why I would tell barking dogs to shut up or they were going to die! When he asked me about it one day, I told him that's what he told me, and he about fell off his chair laughing. I was mad- Dad had LIED to me! And worse, I'd believed it until I was 12!
My sister had gotten one of those cheap goldfish that you can win at school fairs. After a week or so it died and my mother did not want to upset my sister so she told her that it had "gone to Toledo". My mom thought she was so clever thinking she had convinced my sister that the fish had just moved away. About a year later, a family friend had died and my sister asked my mother, "Do dead people go to Toledo too?" Apparently, my mother wasn't that slick afterall.
My niece had not been lucky when it came to pets - they all kept dying. So,when her parakeet passed away my sister-in-law didn't want to have to tell my niece that, yet another, pet had died. So, she went out and bought a new parakeet of a different color and told my 5 year old niece, when she noticed it wasn't the same bird, that she had taken the bird to "get it's hair done" and that's why it was a different color. My niece thought this was hilarious and kept telling everyone how her bird had it's hair done.
When I was young, we had a dog named Charlie. Charlie was old and my mom told me we were sending him to "the farm" to play with other dogs. I believed this until I was about 18! I guess it just sounded really nice.
When I was little, we had a dog who was born one day before I was. When I was nine, he died, and I thought I'd be next.
When I was about three-years-old, my parents had a friend named Kevin. My dad also had two pet hermit crabs. One day, I looked into the tank and they were gone, so I asked my mom what happened to them; she told me they had gone to heaven, but I misunderstood what she had said, and began telling everyone that my dad's hermit crabs went to Kevin's.
I used to believe that Squirrels that were dead on the road had fallen from trees above. I would say "Look mom! The poor Squirrel missed his branch!"
when i was small i used to believe that when the animal dye it was because they eat to much.
When I was about 4, i had two pet goldfish who, when they died were replaced by my parents(which happened frequently)unbeknown to me. Eventually my parents got tired of replacing them, and decided after about the 10th visit to the pet shop,that that would be the last.When only 1 fish was left, they told me that the other was still there and living under the stones at the bottom of the tank, which seemed feasable to me at the time. It wasnt until i was in my teens and remembered this that i questioned it!
when i was little i had a cat and when it died my mam told me she saw it turn into a cheeter and it ran away to find some other cheeters to ply with but it went so fast that it neva got the chance to say good bye i belived this until my 12th birthday when i found out what really happened!!!!
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