Chapter 12 totally true

"That's a dreadful thing!" said the Hen.The place where she said this was not the part of the city where this story took place. "That was a dreadful thing in the chicken coop! I dare not sleep alone tonight! We are all lucky to be on a perch tonight!" So she told a story that made the others laugh. The hen's feathers stand on end, while the rooster's comb hangs down.It's totally true! But let's start from scratch.It happened in a chicken coop in another part of the city.As the sun went down, all the hens flew up to their perches.There was a hen with very white feathers and short legs; she always laid the prescribed number of eggs.

In all respects, she was a very respectable hen.As she flew up to the perch, she pecked herself several times with her beak, and a small feather fell out. "That's the way it is!" said she, "the more I peck myself the more beautiful I am!" She said this with a very cheerful air, for she was a cheerful figure among hens, although I had just Said she was a chicken of great status.Before long she fell asleep. It was pitch black all around.Hens stood side by side with hens, but the hen closest to her couldn't sleep.She was listening--in one ear and out the other; that's what a man must do if he is to live peacefully in the world.But she could not help telling her neighbors what she had heard:

"Did you hear what I just said? I hate to name names. But there was a hen who pecked off her feathers to look good. If I were a rooster, I should really look down on her." On top of these hens lived an owl with her husband and children.The ears of her family are very sharp: they heard what the neighbor just said.They rolled their eyes; and Mother Owl flapped her wings and said: "Don't listen to that kind of stuff! But I suppose you've all heard it? I've heard it with my own ears; you'll have to hear it a lot to remember. There was a hen who completely forgot all the good manners a hen should have." : She even pecked off her feathers so the rooster could get a better look at her."

"Prenez Garde aux enefants," said Papa Owl. "That's not something kids can listen to." "I still want to tell the owl on the other side! She is a very decent owl, worth visiting!" So the mother owl flew away. "Hoo! Hoo! Woo-hoo!" they both cried, and the shouts were heard by the pigeons in the dovecots below. "Have you ever heard that? call!call!There was a hen who pecked all her feathers off to please the cock!She would freeze to death—if she wasn't dead by now.Alas! " "Where is it? Where is it?" the pigeon cooed. "In that room across the way! I almost saw it with my own eyes. It's a shame to tell it, but it's perfectly true!"

"True! True! Every word is true!" said all the pigeons, cooing to the chicken farm below: "There is a hen, some say two, and they all pecked off the feathers of the roosters to be different and to attract the attention of the roosters. It was a risky game, because they would be prone to catch a cold, and would surely die of a high fever. Both of them are now died." "Wake up! Wake up!" cried the rooster, and flew towards the wall. His eyes were still sleepy, but he was still screaming. "Three hens died from love misfortune with a rooster. They pecked all their feathers. It was an ugly thing. I would not keep it to myself; let everyone Know it!"

"Let everybody know about it!" said the Bat.So the hen crows and the rooster crows. "Let it be known! Let it be known!" And so the story went from chicken house to chicken house, and at last it returned to where it came from. The story became: "Five hens pecked all their feathers to show which of them was the thinnest from the loss of love with the rooster. Then they pecked each other to bleed, All five were killed. It was a disgrace to their families and a great loss to their masters." Of course the hen who had lost a feather did not know that the story was her own.Because she is a very respectable hen, she said:

"I despise those hens; but there are plenty of thieves like that! We shouldn't keep things like this under wraps. I did my best to get the story in the papers and let the country know. Those hens deserve it. ! Their families deserve it too!" The story was finally published in the newspapers.This is totally true: One tiny feather can turn into five hens. ① This is French, which means "beware of children hearing". In the eyes of Europeans, owls are very clever birds.It is the so-called "high society person" among birds, so it speaks French.