At the foot of mountain, in the farm, lived a small chicken. He was a very impatient chicken, always in a bad skin.
Every day, he shouted to the other chickens while picking rice grain or hunting worm in mud:
“Keep to the side, get away from my food. It’s My food! If you dare to touch it, you are looking for a fight! ”
But other chickens were busy with food and no one paid attention to him, and he always got short shirt. When he’s complaining aloud, no rice grain and sometimes even no worm left. So he always felt hungry.
When he felt hungrier, he was more irritable. He always bit around as a mad dog so that all other chickens let him alone.
He ran to Mummy hen and cried aloud:
“Mummy, I am so hungry but brothers and sisters grab all food away! It’s Unfair!”