Post by Lady Hammer on Sept 15, 2007 14:48:11 GMT -5
A woman, tall and muscular built, dark-skinned, and angry-faced has her arms folded and she stands matter-of-factly by her chicken coop. The farm she owns is of an average size, and is home to mostly animals, because it is said that "Libra couldn't grow grass".
All of her chickens are outside the coop; two roosters, five hens, and two chicks. The hens are all apparently ill, looking feverish and quite bothered.
"I ain't takin' care of these damn chickens. I ain't got the time! The cows are givin' me enough trouble as it is!" she says, sighing. "I sure hope someone gets over here and helps. This is ridiculous..."
All of her chickens are outside the coop; two roosters, five hens, and two chicks. The hens are all apparently ill, looking feverish and quite bothered.
"I ain't takin' care of these damn chickens. I ain't got the time! The cows are givin' me enough trouble as it is!" she says, sighing. "I sure hope someone gets over here and helps. This is ridiculous..."
