A Cockerel’s Tale

A cockerel only remembered that his neck felt cold that day. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a traditional market. He thought of the velvet in front of his eyes when he was born, of the man's gentle hands, of the tailbone being caressed, and of the milky white liquid bursting out from between the buttocks... This is a story about the love and protein of a young breeder chicken.