I slowly walked through olive orchard, sun warmly shone in
yellow rays through green olive trees' crowns. It was spring
and air smelled with fresh mowed grass, which was lying all
around me in unorganized heaps.
I felt a bit tired from my journeys and also wanted to enjoy
that one of a kind mood of a place I had been walking
through, I stopped and sat on the ground. Birds were
singing, just from time to time among their voices
disturbingly rambled a croak of a crow, paltry remnant of
unpleasant winter.
I lay down and watched azure sky without a cloud. It
stretched above me and long shadows of olive leaves played
upon my face and made me sleepy.

Tickling on my forearm woke me up. I opened my eyes, the
sun stood high, I found a tiny spider crawling on my arm.
Perhaps in effort to make his web on me. I wasn't mad at
him, just pushed him away gently. He reacted quickly, from
his rump he released thread, which clung to me, and he hung
on it. He was trying to climb back, I of course didn't let
him and snapped his thread. He fell down and disappeared.
I yawned and started to stretch my still sleeping body.
Then I took a look around. I found something strange.
To the right, not far away, about three meters lay a dead
animal.
A chicken. Brown chicken.
Definitely she wasn't there before I fell asleep. I'd
notice.
I stood up, got to her, watched her.
At first I thought some predator caught her, someplace, and
brought her here to enjoy her, and I chased him away by my
awakening. But that probably wasn't it.
The chicken didn't look she suffered an injury. It was
strange.
Then I noticed another interesting thing. Little farther,
bit inclined, stood on its wider tip an egg. Beautiful,
white, symmetrical, smooth egg. Chicken who lay it was
probably proud of it.
But for this moment I was busy with examination of the
corpse. I touched it and turned it upside down. Neither the
other side looked damaged.
Her body, tiny, covered with feathers, which she was
loosing here and there (for sure she wasn't pretty) was
still soft, supple, it meant it wasn't a long time ago since
she passed away. But why did še go to meet her maker? I
didn't see anything that would or could force her to leave
our world, especially on this awesome day.
An investigator woke up in me. I decided to examine
carefully everything around and uncover the mystery of her
death. Of course, I considered a possibility she was simply
sick, but I had a premonition it wasn't it.
Again and again I watched her corpse, but I was unable to
find clues which would lead me to the conclusion she
suffered a violent death. Nothing, Nothing at all.
And then... The egg. I stepped towards it and started to
think. It was white. Brown chickens, that's well known,
don't lay white eggs. They lay brown ones. Will the egg lead
me to the solution? I didn't know. Passively it stood there
and it was gorgeous, I realized again and again.
Suddenly head appeared from behind a tree. Another chicken.
Alive, this time!
Curiously she watched me, jerked her head and then,
probably thought there's no danger from me, stepped out and
let me see her.
She was showing herself off. Evidently she was showing
off!
Giant chicken, shining white and pure, with enormous red
crest, what a contradiction to my poor brown corpse...
Slowly she walked in a low grass surrounding the tree, from
time to time pecked plants and watched me with one eye. She
wriggled in front of me, she was trying to impress me with
her beauty and exceptionality.
Then I got it out of sudden.
"You bitch," I hissed through my teeth and she looked at
me, with curiosity and mockery.
Yes, I understood my brown corpse was a victim of
disgusting crime, she was murdered in cold blood, liquidated
by this smug chicken, whom I so exactly called bitch.
I imagined how it happened...

Brown little chicken was probably enjoying the beautiful
day, happy-go-luckily walked, pecked grass when and where
she felt like that, she was happy, the sun was warm, whole
world was smiling. And then she met the white chicken. And
with her... her doom...
I don't know exactly what was going on between them, if
that what happened was culmination of some long hatred or if
it was momentary disagreement. It's not so important.
Anyway, the white one started to attack my poor brown one,
laughed at her, at her looks.
Little one was probably trying to defend herself.
"It doesn't matter how you look. What matters is what's
inside of you," she said.
White one just smiled.
"What's inside? I'll show you what's inside of me and I bet
you don't have it for sure," she said, pushed and layed the
egg, the one which beauty I was admiring a while ago.
That was too much for the brown one.
"Such a beautiful egg... I wont ever lay such," she
thought, started to cry and her good heart broke from
grief.

"You bitch," I repeated and chicken looked at me derisively
this time. Her arrogant expression changed to dismay,
because I bent over and picked up a stone and threw it at
her. I missed and never got another chance. She fled scared
from the reach of my just anger.
"You... you murdered," I screamed after her and with
satisfaction I broke her egg.
"That's for what you did!"
I turned back and buried the poor brownie.
And I went away and tears were burning in my eyes.