He’s a farmer. There’s a house and that’s a barn. They were shopping for Christmas. He’s selecting dinner; I hope it’s none of these babies.
The chickens can pick up the end of his shoestrings and take off.
His name is Ed. He’s a farmer and he’s pretty sad. He’s dressed like a woman. His name might be Steve. There’s a real little chicken.
He doesn’t look like any one I’ve ever seen. He’ll eat those chickens. He’s either feeding them or hoping they’ll eat because they’ll be his dinner. Fried chicken is good!
Lillian’s mother-in-law used to round up the chickens and grab them by the head. I don’t think he’s found anything to eat yet. Don’t feel sorry for anything that’s dinner.
This story takes place in a barnyard in Mexico. There’s a white chicken. This man has a lot of chickens, a rooster, and they’re going to where they get fed. The three chickens and the other chickens are about the same size.
It’s 1949, Thursday. That’s a good day.
He plows the fields. Most of them are crocodiles. He’s not going to get out of there. He has to feed the chickens in the morning and before he leaves.
He has a family. He’s not married and has no children, but he has brothers and sisters. And he has a little dog. His family enjoys living on a farm.
What is that in his hand? That’s the handle to the bag. He has keys to a box. Feed for a chicken is in there.
He didn’t name his chickens. Maybe there’s an Emily, and a rooster. The farmer would laugh at these answers we’re getting. It would be hard to kill a chicken with a name.
He’s going to spread the food. He can always walk behind us in the house. Most of the time, chickens are not that friendly. He’s just looking for something to eat; maybe something different than what he has.
He’s going to go clean out where the chickens live. The chickens are fun to watch, but not fun to keep. It smells like poop. It sounds like, “yup, rip, rip, rip!” We don’t understand their language. It’s closest to the Chinese language. He talks to them, “Here you are, here you are! Run! Go out and run! Then come back, lay down and rest.”
Relatives live on the farm, but probably not in that house. No, that’s a barn. His last name is Sipavia. His family is grown up, they don’t live in town. Maybe he’s a teacher; a teacher in the town.
He’s going to dinner. Chicken’s aren’t for dessert. You need something sweet for dessert, like ice cream. He’ll have chicken and dumplings.
He’ll go home and wash the dishes. They kill the chickens the night before and eat them the next day. He takes the feathers to a party. He’s back at the barn at the end of the day.