I am a small farm with one hen, one crate and a stall by the road. You walk the farmer. Pick the eggs up from the crate, carry them to the stall, and the customers who stop pay into the cash box. Stand on a green pad and it takes the money and builds: another hen, a second coop, a belt, a farmhand. Then the farm starts working for you. Eggs become boxes in the packing shed and cakes in the bakery, and a truck takes a load to the city. At night a fox comes out of the wood. Run into it and it drops the hen. At the end of it all waits the Golden Hen. 🐔