It was a quaint life you had so far. Poultry. Born and raised in your homely coop, having never actually set foot on the endless grass you could see just outside the wired walls of the surrounding pen.

You were content, though.

Wake up, eat, socialise, sleep. Wake up, eat, socialise, sleep. Wake up, eat, socialise, sleep.

Day in and say out, that was your little world. Same faces, same food, same tasks. It was a safe mundane.

Your day followed the usual pattern and the sun was starting to set and you and your peers retreated back into the coop and settled down in your nests, yours on the floor closest to the door.

You slept peacefully throughout the night, until you didn't. A crack of moonlight rested drirectly across your eyes.

You could make out a shadowed stranger, carefully plucking the eggs from the other nests. He stuffed as many as he could into his limited pockets with one hand, gleaming wirecutters lazily hanging in the other.