Angel & Kirby

Some little notes from the author: I used to have an account here a few years ago and I’m not even sure if it still exists. I just want you to know that if you’ve ever felt like to wanted to stab your eyes out from reading anything on that account, hopefully you’ll reconsider after reading my new stuff. However, this is really only a mild improvement.

Oh, and unlike in my fan fiction, I do own these people and events! Is giddy with power But I stole Justin Angel’s name from a kid at school. The character isn’t based on him. I just like his name.

“Daddy, where does chicken come from?” asked 3-year-old Justin Angel.

“From chickens,” his father answered simply.

“But how do they get it out?”

“Well, kiddo,” his father began gently, “They have to kill it.”

“Oh... Well, what happens to the soul?”

“What?”

“Grandma says everybody has a soul and when you die, it either goes to Heaven or to Hell. So where does a chicken’s soul go?”

His father chuckled. “Only people have souls.”

“Why?”

“Because God loves us best, so he gave us souls, but not animals.”

“Could I give Kirby part of my soul? I want him to go to Heaven with me.”

“I’m not sure it works that way.”

“Well, I don’t wanna eat chicken anymore, okay?”

“Well, you don’t have to.”

And Justin Angel never did eat any more chicken. He cut out eating meat altogether when he got older and found out that it, too, came from an animal they had to kill. When he went along on his veterinarian mother’s house calls, he would always make a point to assure the pigs and cattle that he would never eat them or his relatives. He loved animals. But his favorite animal would always be Kirby.