The argument went on in the fields the whole morning.
“Ahem! Did you ever see a henwith spurs on its legs like these? Or a hen with a tail like this?”
“Why, it is a hen,”
“I don’t care about its spursor tail. I tell you it is a hen. Why, look at it.”
“What is the matter withyou?” “Is the heat making you sick?”
Mother interrupted, Father knows...
“Have you been drinking again?”
“You know very well that that is a rooster,” “Youare just being mean and stubborn.”
“That chicken, “is a binabae. It is a rooster that looks like a hen.”
“Now, now,” “how many times must i tell you, boys, not to argue during lunch?
“Listen. I have handled fighting cocks since I was a boy,and you cannot tell me that that thing is a rooster.”
The teniente del Barrio, chief of the village and Mr. Eduardo Cruz lived in a nearby town of Katubusan. He had studied poultry raising in the University of the Philippines
“It does not look like any hen Ihave ever seen. No, that could not be a chicken. I have never seen like that It must be a bird of some other kind.”
“Well, is there any way you can tell?” “Why, sure. Look at the feathers on its back. If the feathers are round,then it’s a hen. If they are pointed, it’s a rooster.”
“Hmmm. Very peculiar
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