When dad began to teach us Life Lessons, I had no idea that these were going to include Chicken-Massacring. I was really not keen on this. Terrorising Cats ‘n’ Dogs? Fair do’s: they give as good as they get. Squirrel-Scaring? Man, that is fun. But some of my best friends are chickens. All right: one of them is. Debbie. Debbie’s always been really nice to me, ever since I went exploring when I was only a fluffball and lost my way. Turned out I’d got three fields away (or what the no-tails call ‘gardens’), and Debbie knew exactly where my den was, because she has an amazing ear and could tell where all our squallering came from. (Well, when I say she has an amazing ear, actually she has no proper ears at all. She just hears well.) But Debbie’s a hen, and foxes and hens, well…we’re not meant to get along.