Chickee! Chickee?

This happened in kindergarten. We were watching the growth of chick eggs in an incubator. Then one day our teacher Mrs. Hart told us that the chicks had hatched overnight. Then she took out the small portable swimming pool out from the closet and then put a food and water dish out. She handed each student a chick. I got a very squirmy chick. The chick started pecking my fingers and it hurt so bad so I squeezed the chick (accidentally because I didn’t know what to do with it and I didn’t want to drop it, but it REALLY hurt) and then I dropped the chick in its water dish, then I picked it up and rolled it in the food dish. Then I repeated that and ended by throwing the chick in the water pool. It looked like it was dead because it was floating in the water. I think it was dead. Then everyone looked at me and I said, “Chickee! Chickee?” Then I realized that it was dead and I got in trouble. Then I started to cry because I was so sad that I killed the chick. The teacher was mad at me, so she sent me to the principal’s office. The principal was very mad at me so she made me write “I will not kill chicks” one hundred times, just like she did with every other thing that you did wrong.