chickens

Story from my childhood!
Every summer, we, 3 obaltus, visited my grandmother and grandpa in the village. Every evening, my grandmother opened a chicken grove, and the chickens ran out of there to the courtyard. They put everything on their way, leaving the mountains fucking behind them, after which they went to sleep in a chicken farm in the yard.

One day, for construction needs, a sand car was brought and unloaded in the yard near the square. We, the 3 obaltus, immediately began to build fortresses, underground passages made of sand. Tonight my grandmother opened the store. Everything we built was destroyed in seconds by the chickens. They fled and saw neither the beauty nor the fortifications of the sand. After their invasion of our buildings, which we built over the course of the day, there was nothing left, not even a hint that something was built here.

This lasted for quite a long time: in the morning we built buildings, and in the evening everything was destroyed by chickens. Depending on the degree of barbarism, we began to divide the chickens into groups. In front of this shobla always ran three young men, whom we nicknamed the Antigravitators. They wandered through our buildings without any damage. How they succeeded remains a mystery to us. After them, a young man fled, called us a gang. They caused damage, but it was still possible to determine certain structures by contours. After them ran the mature chickens, which we called Heavyweights. After them, there was nothing left on the sand, even a hint that something was built here. The last of them was a cock. He did not run out, but went out, walked around the sand and went to the chickens with an important view.

We were tired of it and one day we took revenge on them. This is how it looked. The anti-gravitators swept through the buildings, we were not going to avenge them. The gang’s attack has shattered. The runners in front stumbled upon the stretched strands in the sand. We stretched the threads in a cascade, and eventually the entire gang was paralyzed. They were little to stumble, they were even confused in their legs. The gang tries to get up, but cannot, the legs in the strings are confused and Heavyweights are still running on them. But the heavyweights are not able to escape far from the gang. They almost all fall into a hidden hole, which we dug out in the sand and covered with thin sticks and poured with sand from the top. Several heavyweights still manage to overcome the hole, but hit the rod, as if unknowingly stuck in the sand. This stick was a lever to the rope system. I'm not going to tell the design, and it's so long, but in the end, the net falls on the chickens. Such a violent rise. The chickens will not understand what it is about... The cock comes out and looks at this chicken mass that crawls and crawls in the sand. I just said co-co-co??? What is this shit??? He passed by with dignity.

Grandma punished us for this, the chickens after that did not carry for a week, but we achieved our own, the chickens of the sand now run away.