Since chickens are synonymous with happiness, I an the happiest person on earth. This is indisputable because of course it's not the amount of chickens you have, it's the time you spend with them.
In that regard, my morning routine includes feeding the chickens and collecting eggs. My day routine revolves around petting my sweets every hour. And at night, I generally settle down to a dinner of roast chicken (with potatoes of course).
There are fields for them to roam and for me to give chase. I am the happiest person on earth.
There is a tap on my shoulder, a whisper in my ear, and a light brush on my sleeve as Helen nudges me to attention. Bright light and white papers glare at me. I take in a cramped office, heads bobbing up and down from narrow cubicles.
There is no rustling of feathers and no passionate clucking, just beeps and sighs and a cloud of boredom fogging the glass windows. I am heartbroken.
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