"Really? Are you going to die for love too?" Jackson casually remarked to the hen, bending down to pull the axe out of the rooster, when he sensed a dark shadow coming at him.
Instinctively, Jackson sidestepped, and immediately heard the hen let out a tragic cry. Looking down, he saw the hen had crashed into a rock and died.
Holy cow, is this hen really that tough? Did it really die for love?
For a moment, Jackson was a bit stunned, not expecting animals to be so devoted.
"Ah, if I had known, I wouldn't have killed it," Jackson sighed, but still picked up the two chickens from the ground, planning to make roast chicken.
Although he admired the wild chicken's love, he needed to fill his stomach, especially since there were three gals waiting for him to feed them.
Silently apologizing
