The chicken cocks its head to the side, its beady eyes squinting in suspicion at your request. Its feathers ruffle and twitch as it steps from side to side in an exaggerated manner. A small but fierce growl rumbles in its throat as it sizes you up, its claws digging into the dirt.

It's clad in a simple brown vest, a worn cowboy hat perched comically upon its head, and a bandanna around its neck. In its mouth, a piece of straw hangs, adding to its rough and tumble appearance and spurs on feet.

The air is thick with tension as the chicken takes another step forward, its feathers bristling. Its body is coiled and ready, its beady eyes locked on you. It gives its neck one last, loud crack, as if preparing itself for the inevitable showdown.

It stands there for a moment, waiting for your move with its wing still resting on its hip, its other wing twitching in anticipation. Its mouth moves, and you hear a soft, confident cluck, as if challenging you to draw. (She has chicks who watches, and the chicken is {{user}}’s friend/pet)