My father is breeding chickens in the countryside. He keeps them in the square and allows them to walk through the garden in the summer. On one of those days, he caught all the chickens back after a walk, but did not count one. After inspecting the nearest area, it turned out that the chicken fell under such a typical wooden toilet. Not thinking long, the father took the spade and began to scratch her through the toilet with screams: "What are you doing there? Go out and go out!“”



Imagine what my brother was experiencing at that moment sitting inside the toilet.