The rooster was large with long legs, a large red comb and huge wings. He spat every day with them several times, waving them, and then cougaring so loudly that he could hear it all over the village. His tail was the greatest pride. It was long, curved with many feathers to the ground, which were painted with all the colors of the rainbow and shone in the sun like precious stones. And just someone in the road, showing his sharp nails and shaking his head. The chicken, unlike the rooster, was modest in appearance, but he grumbled constantly, giving advice wherever they wanted and did not want. Her plum fluttered left and right and she collected her as a pillow. Not to mention that her curiosity was not over and she understood, did not understand, always asked: - What? Who? Co-co-coo?
