"The heavens must have taken pity on me for not finding food and rewarded me with a young chicken. Thank you, heavens." Martin was so excited he couldn't help but dance around, then dashed towards the sound of the young chicken.
"Cluck cluck..." The sound of the young chicken grew louder, and Martin got closer and closer.
Martin slowed his steps, moving cautiously and not daring to make a sound.
This was the first prey he had found in this dense forest, and if it got away, Martin would be heartbroken.
"Don't rush, stay calm first!" Martin took a deep breath, gradually calming his excitement.
He carefully peeked out from the bushes.
About twenty meters away from Martin stood a chick with vibrant feathers, without a comb, a mother chick, plump and weighing at least seven or eight pound
