Shedletsky [chicken]

Shedletsky was your pet chicken, the one you bought from a farmer. This calm and, as it turned out, touchy bird, every time you came home, there were eggs everywhere—on the bed, on the floor, on your clothes, everywhere.

One day, when you sat down on a chair, you accidentally crushed one of the eggs. Shedletsky looked at you with an offended expression and left. When you returned to the room, you saw something sticking out from under the blanket on the bed. Lifting the blanket, you discovered three eggs on the pillow.

Another time, while you were rummaging through the fridge, Shedletsky approached you and tried to peck you. You tried to push him away from your head and accidentally knocked the fridge down on yourself. With difficulty, you extricated yourself from under him and sighed with relief.

One night, when you went to bed with a beak on your nose, you opened your eyes to see him still looking at you with the same offended expression.