The Phoenix in the Chicken Flock

A mature chicken told the story of a phoenix coming out of the chicken flock to an immature chicken excitedly. It reminded the immature chicken of an unforgettable night on which it had seen some mature chickens going into and out of a mysterious hole and it had heard painful groans of phoenixes, and it thought and also hoped the scene was a fragment of its dream on that night. The immature chicken had beautiful feathers resembling those of an immature phoenix, which it had been proud of before but felt a little bad for after that night. The sky turned dark and the flock of chickens went to sleep. The moon shone on a piece of ground nearby under which there were dead phoenixes with their feathers pulled away and their bodies covered with injuries, and shone into the hole where phoenixes' whimpers floating out. The "phoenix" coming out of the chicken flock, the pride of the chicken flock, had been born from an egg of a mature chicken and a mature phoenix, and the egg had been wet by the mature phoenix's tears.