If they're smart, they won't follow him, he's going to have them for supper!! He's a farmer, but it doesn't really look like a farm. Maybe it's a resort or something in Mexico or Arizona. He's very colorful It's summertime; the trees are green and flowers are blooming. Maybe it's August. Those chickes aren't big enough to eat yet. They got out of their pen and he's trying to get them back inside; he left the door open. He's going to sell them at the market! Turn 'em into soup! His name is Farmer Jones and he has a whistle in his hand.