He looked proudly at his property, five acres of land, sprinkled with trees and surrounded by a fence, in the middle of nowhere. On the right stand the corrals and at his back, the farmhouse. Five years ago, tired from his “busy” life, he decided to get a fresh start and settle down in the countryside. By then, he didn’t know very much about hens yet, but he had rightly considered they were simple animals. Land, fresh water, food,. .. and “voilà!”, an ecological farm of laying hens, whose eggs are increasingly demanded in the market. What very few know is that hens love meat. If an unfortunate mouse enters in their field vision , they will run in the hunt and the little creature will be devoured almost instantaneously with no utter consideration. All that he has to figure out is how to transform the contents of the black plastic bag which is lying at his feet (1.80 m. of height, 70 kg of weight, he calculates by eyes) into small meatballs the size of a mouse.