That was when my son was eight years old. My husband and I took him back to his hometown for the New Year. Because we stayed in this city for a long time, everything we saw was very strange. My son is cheerful and soon mingles with the people in the same village. Children living in the country, having no place to play, will think about playing tricks on dogs, cats and chickens. My son likes to do this kind of thing behind others' backs, because he has never done it, so he will hide behind others' backs.
The next day, other friends took their parents to visit relatives. My son feels particularly bored by himself, and there is no playground in the countryside. So he learned the way of friends and tied firecrackers on the rooster's tail. At first, he was very scared. After all, this is the first time he has played tricks on a rooster. He took advantage of the cock's inattention, waved his hand and lit a lighter. He was quite clever and ran away soon after he lit it. While he was dancing for himself.
Hearing my son crying, I ran out of the room and saw his face bleeding. I was so scared that I quickly took him to the hospital to stop bleeding. After that, my son never dared to do such a thing again. After all, he has no experience and will definitely miss the first time. In the past many years, every time I think about it, I am particularly scared. Fortunately, I didn't peck my eyes, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
Now that my son is a teenager, he is still afraid of roosters. Sometimes he is afraid to eat cock. It's really funny to think about it. This is the so-called once bitten, twice shy, this is a lesson.