"Listen to the utterance of my two peers," said the rooster to the hen,
"You know that, they finally departed and since then have fought with each other in an increasingly bloody battlefield, fighting for establishment of their kingdoms."
" 'Look, I have fairly stewed a bowl of flesh of your father,' intending to defeat the psyche one said to the other, standing on their battlefronts facing each other in a distance."
" 'Well done,' despite the fact that he was an adopted son and the father was the actual father of the one who said to him and was holding up a cup of the flesh over his head,
" 'I should very much like to enjoy it. Give it to me now and I want to empty that cup!' answered he in a triumphal voice that echoed in the boundless wilderness of valleys,"
A sudden bolt of lightning crackled through the sky and turned to a heavy rain. It completely abandoned the spirit of the storytelling of the rooster.
"Hurry up to the shelter under the leaves," cried out the hen,
"We should not have gossiped and, moreover, it's none of our business." she continued in a comforting voice, "isn't it here warm enough to ward off the ferocity."
This is a happy family of three at the moment, the rooster, the hen, and their chick. It is at a corner of a world of their family courtyard, walled on the four sides, and the wall is as high as that of a typical Peking courtyard, namely Peking Si-he-yuan. (Si means the number four, he refers to being walled, and yuan courtyard.)
