I'm delighted to find food.
There's water too.
My wattles are warming up, and the pain is incredible. Or maybe it's some form of alien torture.
I ponder what the Alien might want with me. I do hope I make it back to the barnyard, back to my flock. I'm still tired. I'll try to find a way home tomorrow. Now, I must rest.
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You poor, poor thing; you are warm. You have food. You have water. What next?!
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