Beth was sooned joined by her mum and the two greeted each other, happy to see that they could at least communicate amongst each other even if it sounded like clucking birds to humans. The two found themselves in a room with around ten other birds, mostly chicken but also three turkeys and two geese. Soon after a sturdy man came in an stuffed them into narrow cages without much ado. The cages were then carried to a waiting truck. It was loaded with animals of all types, cattle, swine, some sheep and goats and now the birds. Their buyer could be seen in the front, giving last instructions to the driver before the truck rumbled away and the buyer drove off in an expensive car.
Beth and her mum found themselves almost unable to move, stuffed into a narrow cage with two other chicken. Still, introductions were made and it turned out the two other had been young girls, promising cheerleaders by the way, before their tranformation. Beth asked her mum: "What do you think they'll do to us?" "I don't know, Darling. But I guess we're meant to be egg layers. I mean, we're alll female." Beth was somehow relieved to hear this though she could hardly imagine what it would be like to lay eggs.
After a three hour ride, the truck pulled onto a large yard, surrounded by farm sheds. Some farmhands quickly appeared from nowhere and began unloading. Animals of different species were herded into different barns and finally the cages full of chicken were carried to a large sty a bit back from the main yard. Once inside, they could see large rows of cages, all stuffed to the limit with chicken and stapled above each other. In front of every row there was a miniature chain belt, carrying freshly laid eggs to weighing and packaging. There was an enormous smell of chicken shit and what was worst no outside light at all, just neon bulbs. "Welcome to your new home.", a female farmhand of around 50 announced. "Quickly to the rules. You'll be put into a free sty and then you're only duties are eating, sleeping, laying eggs. And please take the latter seriously. We constantly aim to keep productivity at its highest, i.e. if an animal is unproductive it goes to the slaughterhouse. How do we know that? Very easy. Your eggs drop directly from your cage onto the belt. While doing so, they are registered by a light barrier and if a cage is unproductive we take a closer look whose fault it is and off she goes." With that she took the first cage, holding Beth and her mum, and shoved the flabberghastered birds into an empty cage. When she took beth by her legs, she felt her meat and murmured: "Hm, very good quality, you'll make some nice drumsticks one day." Something similar was said to the cheerleaders who came to regret their excessive training at the very moment.
Once inside the cage, none of the birds said somehting. But suddenly, Beth felt a strange push in her lower body and under loud clucking laid her first egg. It was a feeling like taking a huge shit but she also was curiously proud to have proven her productivity. Soon, the other chicken followed - at least none of them would be selected for slaughter immediately.