There's a chicken. She's laying eggs. She's called Marjory, the chicken doesn't have a name and she's about to be chopped up! After she's chopped up we'll eat 'em! Marjory is happy about that. Yes, there's more chickens and they lay eggs. There's other animals. Marjory is eight years old. She has to go home, because there's nowhere to go at home she reads a lot.