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When the moon climbs above the roof and the hayloft hums with gossip, Rooster Karl clears his throat — and the night begins to crow. He’s the pride of the barnyard, a golden-chested troubadour with a comb as bright as sunrise and an ego twice as tall. Two hens, sweet Lottie and sharp-tongued Nella, flutter around him like verses of a love song gone delightfully wrong.
Feathers swirl, beaks spark, and jealousy dances between the shadows of the coop. But before dawn, laughter replaces rivalry, and the trio finds a rhythm that only moonlight could teach.
A mischievous serenade of vanity, harmony, and desire — where every crow hides a confession and every feather tells a tale.
By Alain VriccoWhen the moon climbs above the roof and the hayloft hums with gossip, Rooster Karl clears his throat — and the night begins to crow. He’s the pride of the barnyard, a golden-chested troubadour with a comb as bright as sunrise and an ego twice as tall. Two hens, sweet Lottie and sharp-tongued Nella, flutter around him like verses of a love song gone delightfully wrong.
Feathers swirl, beaks spark, and jealousy dances between the shadows of the coop. But before dawn, laughter replaces rivalry, and the trio finds a rhythm that only moonlight could teach.
A mischievous serenade of vanity, harmony, and desire — where every crow hides a confession and every feather tells a tale.