Friends, work tired, rest feet, let the pressure hid run, the chicken run, the moods are annoying, little laugh, let the escape escape the escape, howl and cry, remember the most important.
For days he had drooped about the empty chicken run, too dispirited to crow.
Then we have foxy woxy. Now that the hunt is not allowed to (legally) kill them, everyone’s chicken run is full of nothing but feathers and feet.
"Listening to me, quickly look at the chicken run, I was really just the" birth "of chicken almost dead, but I was not the" delivery "of all survived."
