Apparently, more insecticides sold in the town I live in than any other town in England.
Why?
Gazartown has an astronomical number of flies.
Now all of these flies multiply like crazy, feeding on all of the birds done.
The reason there's so much done is Gazartown is a renowned egg producer.
I've known this smell for 17 years.
Ever since the day I was born, still can't stand the smell of shit.
I think I'm getting sick.
God, you're pathetic. I'm totally fine.
I'm sensitive to smells. Don't keep chickens at our place either. Are you eating?
Yeah, I'm hungry.
Are you sure he's gonna pass by you?
Of course he will. This is the fastest way to get from school to his place.
Do I really have to do this?
Sorry, what? You wait till now to start having second thoughts.
Well, I mean, who else is gonna do it?
What about your boyfriend?
I could never ask Eric to do something like this. He'd stop liking me.
I see. So you don't care if I dislike you.
But you won't stop liking me.
Oh, yeah.
And come on. Who's gonna think it was you?
You're like a shadow at school. No one even notices you. No one's gonna think it was you.
No one found out last time.
This wouldn't be the first time I'd done something like this.
When we were in primary school, there was a brain dead shepherd that would bark at everyone.
And one day, his chain came off and he attacked Aurora.
And the next day, I threw a big rock at him in retaliation.
Now, I must have hit him in a bad spot because, well, we never saw that dog again.
He's not coming.
The second time was Aurora's dad.
The guy never worked, was always drunk and would hit Aurora's mum for no reason.
And Aurora said, that guy should just go away.
So one night, as he was coming home drunk on a bicycle,
I gave him a kick as I passed him.
And he fell into the canal, which was being used to farm eels.
And he never came back up.
Fuck's sake.
Fucking Mr. Jackson.
Grabbing me, touching me, trying to fucking kiss me, twice.
He's not gonna get away with it.
Look, I don't want to do this for free.
What?
If I'm gonna do it, let me do it too.
Kiss you, I mean.
Oh, God. Oh, I don't know.
Fine.
Just a kiss, but nothing else or Eric will go mad.
Look, I don't want anything else.
Fuck, Eric. Fuck it.
I'm getting paid in advance.
Oh!
He's fucking coming. Go!
Shit.
Shit.
The dung that collects underneath
the chicken coop is spread out in a flat area
and allowed to dry in the sun for seven to ten days,
stirring the pile twice a day.
And once it's dry, the dung is packed into 1.2 kilogram sacks
and sold as fertilizer to the farmers in the area.
Come take a look at this.
Whoever comes here to stir the dung pile tomorrow will find him.
That's brilliant.
Just one more thing.
No.
I don't want him to suffer again.
He's now a headache for a week.
One more and stop laughing.
Let's get out of here for something.
Wait up.
I forgot my kiss.
Not now.
You got blood and shit on your hands.
Well, when then?
I don't know.
How about when you get accepted into university?
You've applied to a school in the city, right?
Yeah, but I've applied to all the local schools too, though.
I'm sorry.
I just cannot imagine you as a student in the city.
What about you?
You're going to stay here for the rest of your life?
I don't know. Probably.
Why?
You're beautiful.
If there's some pics done, you could become a model immediately.
I do not have the determination to pull something like that off.
Last day here, who knows what will happen?
When mum gets old, I'll probably take over and make eggs and chicken shit.
I've got to go. See you.
Hey.
When I'm reincarnated, I'm not going to be your childhood friend.
I'm going to be this really good-looking guy.
And I'll find you once you've been born again.
You'll be lovers.
That will probably never happen.
If you're reincarnated as a good-looking guy, I'll probably be reincarnated as a lesbian.
What?
If you're reincarnated as an athlete, I'll probably be a Zumo wrestler.
If you're reincarnated as a camera, I'll probably be a piano.
If you're reincarnated as a compass, I'll probably be a ruler.
Okay, you can stop now.
If I'm reincarnated as a chicken, I want you to be the light bulb that keeps me warm.
Okay, let's go.
One week later, I went to catch the bus to take me to the university to take my entrance exam.
But I probably won't get accepted because I don't really intend on getting into the school to begin with.
When the sun goes down, the 15-watt light bulbs that are hung a foot apart inside the chicken coop are turned on.
To artificially increase the amount of time the hens are exposed to light so that they lay more eggs.
When you're travelling along the highway, you can see those lights really well.
When you pass by our town, which consists of nothing but chicken coops and fields, you can see a countless number of lights floating everywhere.
And the sight is almost like a dream.
