As I walk through the dirty track I feel bored. 

“Where are we going?” I ask the field trip manager. 

“Everyone go over towards the pig styes.” 

But as I went towards the pig styes, the field trip manager singled me out. 

“Hey, are you Zak?” he asked. 

“Yes,” I replied. 

“I have been told you like chickens,” he went on. “I have something to show you, follow me.”

 As I walk into the old chicken coup, a chick flies through the air.

”I never knew they could fly,” I said. 

“They can’t,” he said, “ this one’s a special one.”