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My story...
Rooster Roo was thinking about Henny Hen again. Henny was a friendly egg machine with big comb and pretty eyes.

Rooster walked over to the window and reflected on his cosy surroundings. He had always loved warm The Coop with its spluttering, scattered straw. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel plucky.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a friendly figure of Henny Hen.

Rooster gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a smart, cute, water drinker with large comb and red eyes. His friends saw him as a tough, tart top rooster. Once, he had even rescued an unlawful chick from a burning building.

But not even a smart person who had once rescued an unlawful chick from a burning building, was prepared for what Henny had in store today.

The sun shone like clucking hawks, making Rooster skittish. Rooster grabbed a round egg that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Rooster stepped outside and Henny came closer, he could see the shallow smile on her face.

"I am here because I want my eggs," Henny bellowed, in a clumsy tone. She slammed her fist against Rooster's chest, with the force of 9230 turkeys. "I frigging hate you, Rooster Roo."

Rooster looked back, even more skittish and still fingering the round egg. "Henny, I have the chicks," he replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two dirty, drab ducks crowing at a very skittish egg day, which had egg song music playing in the background and two kind uncles waddling to the beat.

Rooster regarded Henny's big comb and pretty eyes. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Henny.

"Please?" begged Rooster with puppy dog eyes.

Henny looked jumpy, her body blushing like an empty, excited egg.

Then Henny came inside for a nice drink of water.
 
He was a smart, cute, water drinker
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Crap! Henny run! He's no good!
 
Another...

Henny The hen looked at the smooth egg in her hands and felt plucky.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her warm surroundings. She had always loved cosy Coop with its skinny, spicy straw. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel plucky.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rooster Roo. Rooster was a loud volcano with floppy comb and large wattles.
Henny gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a skittish, plucky, water drinker with red comb and saggy wattles. Her friends saw her as a tough, thundering top hen. Once, she had even revived a dying, baby chick.
But not even a skittish person who had once revived a dying, baby chick, was prepared for what Rooster had in store today.
The rain hammered like crowing hawks, making Henny aggravated.
As Henny stepped outside and Rooster came closer, she could see the brief smile on his face.
Rooster gazed with the affection of 2256 clumsy tame turkeys. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want eggs."
Henny looked back, even more aggravated and still fingering the smooth egg. "Rooster, I don't love you anymore," she replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two disturbed, defeated ducks clucking at a very cowardly egg festival, which had egg song music playing in the background and two smart uncles waddling to the beat.
Suddenly, Rooster lunged forward and tried to punch Henny in the face. Quickly, Henny grabbed the smooth egg and brought it down on Rooster's skull.
Rooster's floppy comb trembled and his large wattles wobbled. He looked skittish, his emotions raw like an envious, energetic egg.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Rooster Roo was dead.
Henny The hen went back inside and made herself a nice drink of water
 

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