My younger brother Chris (although I call him Cyril; after Cyril Regis...don't ask, it's a long story).
Anyway, Cyril, as a wee lad, had a little yellow chick which he called Son of Fred. Unfortunately Ginny, a bit of a feral cat who roamed the property ( it was a big property with a hay barn and lots of fruit trees and some sheep, a goat and Daisy- a boxer dog) Ginny was not really our family cat, (that was Gertrude) but she was a good mouser and kept the barn's pests down.
Where was I?...oh yes, Ginny ate Son of Fred :she was a clever, scheming creature and had worked out how to get into the small coop/chicken run.
Cyril bought another chick which he called son of Fred II, and guess what?...
You're right!...bloody Ginny...