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chicken number two chickens in my life I

There was once a wandering chicken that five years ago, spent the summer in lovely fluttering in the vineyard adjacent to our garden. Occurred in the winter, food shortages and the accomplices hunters trying to catch her, he gave the patient recall of my children, every day with the lure of corn, and dwelt with us.
Thus began a happy and peaceful coexistence.
you in the garden, any garden, and my children, cats, dogs at a safe distance.
was a hen free-spirited, he knew what he wanted.
wanted to sleep on palm. Not on another tree easier to climb, not raised in a small wooden house built just for her. Right on the palm. And his grandfather's palm Muni lineup.
wanted to be a single. One day it happened to us, he too was a stray, a beautiful and haughty black cock, but did not last long. Our hen just did not want to, so the rooster one day he went looking for more chicks will.
wanted the cream puffs of my son
- Mom, the chicken has jumped on the armrest of the chair. Viewing my donuts!
- Scacciala on, which will never be.
- Mama, Mama! The hen ran away with my donuts!
wanted tomatoes in our small garden:
- Coco Listen, let's face it, the tomatoes are for us, worms and snails will eat you.
- Co-Co.
- Well, good.
He wanted to get into the house to peck the crumbs under the table:
- Fila chanterelles out, otherwise I'll put in the pot!
- Mom, that sucks, did poop under the table!
- Well, what a beauty.
Coco was also small and delicious white eggs. And some we also get
- Mom, Mom, the hen has laid an egg, look!
Splash.
- Oops ... I slipped.

has never finished in the pan, of course. It has been a hot summer night. My children have buried under his palm.

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