Catch the chicken

Today, my aunt and I came to the "villa" they built on the mountain.

They have raised dogs, sheep, chickens, geese and other animals in the mountains, as well as vegetable fields and orchards. The mountains are beautiful, forested and sparsely populated. Just too far from the market, I want to eat what I can do. This really restores the "original ecology" that we lack in today's society.

What I have to do for a while is related to the chicken, that is to catch the chicken! Because it was too late, in order to prevent the weasel from eating the chicken, I had to drive the chicken to the chicken coop.

I stood in front of the chicken cage, first found a stick of moderate length, and then screamed: "Chickens, I am coming!" But the chickens did not respond, and ignored me at all. Then, I walked into the chicken cage with imposing manner. At the beginning, the chickens thought that I was giving them feed, and they hurriedly surrounded me, but I just lifted the stick and symbolically shook a few times. They immediately left me. I saw that the "power" of the stick was so great that I was relieved. I knocked on their legs with a stick for a while, and then hit them with a stick. These chickens will run eastward and go west for a while. Now the cage is really lively! A little chicken is desperate to run to the chicken house! At last glance, there are a few "hard-harders" next to the edge of the cage. I was very angry! These chickens, because they refused to enter the cage, so I had to hold them into the cage. Through my unremitting efforts, I finally subdued them. I am very happy!

Today, I am tired and happy!

Sixth grade: Swiss sugar