Quick! Hens, tell me how you got here. I demanded. The man came in the woods with his dogs. He was hunting and he found our camp. We tried to run, but his dogs cornered us and herded us into crates. He said something about us being good meat chickens. What does that mean? A red colored hen replied. I bit my lip. Nevermind what it means, we got to get you out of here! I said frantically. I looked for a way out, but there was none. I saw one of the mans hunting dogs lying on the floor. Excuse me, brother, but could you open this cage? I need to save all these hens! They are my flock. I asked politely. You? A dog?! In a flock of useless chickens?! he laughed meanly, if you think Im gonna let some wimpy, undersized mutt out of its cage because it wants to save those stupid hens, you got another thought coming, brother. He said sarcastically. I thought for a second, Have you ever went for a walk? Not hunting? Have you ever played with other dogs? Has your master pet you on the head or called you a good boy? I asked. Well
.no. he said slowly. Then thats no owner or even master, to him, honestly, I think your basically a animal that does all the hunting for him. Thats not the way its supposed to be, brother. I told him. He looked sad for a second, then he slowly got up and nudged my cage bar open. Instead of running to go let all the hens out right away, I walked up to him and nuzzled his chin and said You may come with us if you wish. He wagged his tail in approval. So just as I was about to unlock all the hens, the man came in with the gold rooster between his fists! NO! I barked and ran up and attacked the man, biting his legs and hands, demanding him to let go of Goldie! You want the rooster dog? Go get it! then he threw Goldie across the room and he landed into a bucket full of soapy water that was meant to be used to clean the floors. Goldie did not come to the surface of the bucket.