Once a time there was a farm...

I lived my young age on my father's farm WHICH WAS my home. From this time, I have tales and feelings. THESE feelings are still CLEAR IN MY MIND. THEY ARE not tales that appear like shadows. THEY ARE Tales of
my family and neighbors.
Close TO our farm, there was another farms. ON one of them lived a woman, the owner, with her young brother. SHE HAD no more family. no one else lived with them.
This womanWAS named Barbara. SHE WAS serious and noT tolerant OF ANYONE. SHE told her brother, " Hens are UNTOUCHABLE". SHE HAD A REASON FOR SAYING THIS. Jonas, the boy, liked EATING CHICKEN BETTER THAN ANYTHING ELSE. It was A passion.
Jonas, trIED TO forget hens. HE walkED by the farm, but in his mind, slopes on the ground appearED TO BE chicken breast! If he looked to the sky, clouds seemED like
chickenS running and jumping. IT WAS HIS CRAZY PASSION.
One day IN January ( THIS IS summer there which is like July here) he got up AND MADE A DECISION. He went directly to the CHICKEN COOP. (I dont'know this name), and when he WENT to the kitchen with one hen in his hand, Barbara appeared, her face absolutely red, FOLDED HER hands, and walkED fast to Jonas.
The boy stopped, looked at his sister and saID, "Hold on, Barbara, I'M gonna explain TO you !! Looking for a GHOST, I went to the COOP and A RED HEN APPEARED. I brought her corn grains. She ate and gave me thanks. After her,A WHITE HEN APPEARED, and I brought corn grains again. She SAID thanKS ALSO and left. At the end THIS HEN APPEARED. JUST like the others, I brought her corn grains, but she didn't move, so I asked her: "Dont' you eat, dear?" and this hen lift the head,
moved her eyes, and told me: "GO TO HELL! !!!. YOU SEE, BARBARA!!!
THIS HEN WAS...OUR MOTHER !!!