Plans to domesticate chickens are not going well.
I don’t know whether they were hurt by plucking their feathers, or whether they were hurt by losing their feathers and their pride was hurt. Two days later, nearly half of the first batch of birds were dead.
Felix was so saddened by his death.
But even if it is dead, it cannot be wasted, so roast it and eat it.
Between the fresh birds that he killed personally and the stale ones that he picked up after death, Felix obviously preferred to eat the former. He was not very interested in these stiff carca**es. He roasted a lot of them and ate only a few bites. He went back to the hut to eat the potato and beef stew that Byron brought for him.
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