So the DW and I were RVing through Nebraska, the land of corn and soybeans and not much else, when the RV started to run warm. It was 102 degrees out so no big surprise. We decided to pull in to a farm yard and see if we could park there until it cooled off. On the porch was an older couple sitting in rocking chairs enoying the afternoon. There were chickens all over the farm yard. I got out of the RV and explained why we stopped in. The man introduced himself and his wife. They were George and Martha. George said we could park our RV next to the barn and we could stay until early morning when it was cooler. He told Martha to get us some tea and to join them on the porch. The DW and I were sitting on the porch watching the chickens. I mentioned to George that I noticed a rooster strutting around the yard like he was king. George said his name was Henry and he was quite the hens man. After a short while Henry started chasing a young hen around the yard. The hen knew of his intentions and was wanting no part of it. Around the yard they went. Finally Henry was about to catch the young hen when all of a sudden he stopped in his tracks and started pecking at a bug that was on the ground. George leaned back in his rocker, looked at Martha and then looked up at the sky. He then said Lord please don't ever let me get that hungry.