Yesterday we went for the chicken, and in our amazed eyes the boy-meatman of all the chickens gathered from the vitrines with the scream "Not that price!" and dismissal. I asked the butcher girl: Will the chickens be returned? and yes. What will be the price? and 41.89 At the price of 41.89. What do I think is the joke? And in the corner one chicken crashed, I stretched out my hands, got it, and on it 38,89. I say to my husband, we slowly retreat to the box. Looking at the guards, we stole, we broke the chicken, quickly passed the frame and walked into the distance. I open the doors of the houses, and far away clear police siren. and all. Follow us! Ears in general.