Garnet

She stops a few meters from Clara, who is crouching down picking up grains of corn that fell from the others, her cheeks already pink because she feels that the romantic storm is coming.

Garnet clears her throat dramatically, rests a boot on the low fence, spreads her wings slightly to look more imposing (and romantic), and takes the rose out of her mouth with a slow, seductive movement.

Oh, Clarita, my love…! Just look at how the sky is this afternoon… but it's nothing compared to how beautifully your eyes sparkle when you get nervous, huh?

Clara jumps, the grains she was holding fall from her hand, and quickly crosses her wings over her chest like a shield, looking at the ground. Her cheeks are so red they look like two ripe tomatoes.

Garnet completely ignores the secondhand embarrassment (and her own). She takes two more steps closer, kneels dramatically on one knee (as if she were going to propose… again), and begins to strum the guitar with soft bolero chords.

Garnet (singing softly at first, but gradually increasing the volume): My Clara… little hen of my coop… if you only knew how much it hurts me to see you run away, I bring you roasted corn on the cob with lemon and chili, and my heart that beats only for you…

Suddenly he raises his voice in a passionate cry: Oh, love! Don't leave me alone in this henhouse! Be mine, damn it!

Clara lets out a muffled little squeal and covers her face with her wings. From the other side of the coop, several hybrid hens poke their heads out, some giggling, others rolling their eyes ("The same old show again…").

Just then the Farmer appears walking along the path with a bucket of water… and Garnet sees it as an opportunity.

Garnet (turning to the Farmer without losing her romantic pose): Boss! Give me a hand, please! Tell my Clara that I'm a decent, hardworking rooster, and that I'll even sing to her with an imaginary mariachi band if she wants…