The Chaste Chicken

Oh no, I can’t do it here! And my feathers are a mess! Can’t a clucker have a little privacy? I don’t know about the rest of you but I can’t just pop out egg after egg like I’m a plastic PEZ dispenser! And certainly not in front of that pushy crower, Chanticleer. Cock-a-doodle-doo, Cock-a-doodle-SHOO! There’s not even enough straw in here to fashion a two-bit bedroom. And the walls are crate paper thin! You’d think this was a hen party! I haven’t heard this much cackling since the Chippendales came through! No, changes WILL be made if they ever want to taste my omelet!