Hmph, Jing Shu watched with frustration as the fat chicken became enamored with its new toy, concocting some poultry excuse. A single protruding rump and she already knew what this chicken was scheming. It's the United States' eggs, isn't it? The fat chicken cherished them like a treasured possession, warming them in its nest. In the past, the chicken would have been clucking and scampering off furiously for a walk by now.
Could it really be that foreign moons are rounder? Is the fat chicken more interested in the eggs from the United States? Aren't they all just eggs?
Jing Shu shook her head. A rare opportunity to update everyone's perception of the fat chicken, to make them realize it was a fighting chicken, not just a brooding hen. Yet the fat chicken didn't know how to cherish it.
