There are lots of chickens. Pigeons, too. A bunch of chickens. She has some wheat in her hand. The chickens are following her. On the right, it looks like trousers, but I think it is drapery. It could be dinner time. He needs to catch a chicken for dinner. I guess that is what they are doing.
It is a sunny state. It is a fascinating scene with all the chickens and a very busy guy in a yellow shirt. He’s quite friendly. He’s in the wheat industry. Call her Helen. There must be a family with all those chickens. He has three children. The chickens are part of the family.
Very seldom do chickens have names. “Henry” is one of the chicken’s names. There are a lot of chickens. The chickens are okay with people. Smells like chickens. If you’re five feet from it, you’ll smell it.
The chickens are expecting to be fed. He is hoping the chickens will all come home. They will pick out some for Thanksgiving. The chickens are hoping for dinner. The picture is full of hope, but not for the chickens.
Don’t know why the chickens are in the wheat industry? They should be on a dairy farm. I didn’t know that chickens dreamt.
In her hand is feed for the chickens. Some are going to be caught. I hope they are going to get fed with all that loyalty. The chickens are going to get eaten. The chickens look very hungry. The little ones look like pigeons.
The man in the yellow shirt is going to go to sleep next. The chickens are chirping. There is movement in the air. I don’t think there is any sound. Looks a little cloudy; look at the bushes. I think it is summer. It’s cloudy.
There is someone else around because there are so many chickens. There’s another man around. He sees someone he doesn’t think he’ll like.
Storytellers: Bill, Frank, Gladys, Kitty, Maree, and Vernona