Mr. Chicken

When I was little, my grandmother raised chickens, but I only remember one of them. It was Mr. Chicken, who had lost one eye in an accident. I want to believe that at some point our pet managed to escape and found a wonderful place to live - in the vegetable garden among the corn, pumpkins, carrots, tomatoes, etc. Mr. Chicken must have been very brave because he fought dragons, vermin and thieves. That's called a real guardian!