I am walking along a countryside when suddenly a black chicken ran past me. I chased it for a bit and picked it up. I decided to look for the owner, so I followed a stone path and turned right to a market. I find the owner and in return of giving her her lost chicken, she gives me an almost dead chicken to keep. I realise why it was almost dead. The owner had been feeding it a blueish green straw which was making the chickens sick. When I accepted the gift, the chicken fell flat on the ground and looked like a squashed purple Pingu.