The chief was the oldest man in the village, it didn't mean that he was the wisest, but anything always carried more weight if it is said by a man with gray hair. So, we brought the chicken to the chief.
My brother and I happen to have a special interest in this particular chicken. Please give us an answer. Just say yes or no. Is this a rooster?
Oh, what's the use?!
Is this a male or a female chicken?
Is it a hen, then?
That's a question that should concern one another chicken. It does not look like any rooster I have ever seen.
It does not look like any hen I have ever seen. No, that could be a chicken. Or it must be a bird of some other kind.
Let's go to Mr. Cruz. He would know!
Well, what shall we do now?
Mr. Eduardo Cruz lived in a nearby town of Katubusan. He had studied poultry raising in the University of the Philippines. He owned and operated the largest poultry business in town. He took the chicken to his office.
Look at the feathers on its back. If the feathers are round, then it's a hen. If they are pointed, it's a rooster.
Hmm, I don't know. I couldn't tell in one look. I have never run across a chicken like this before.
Well, is there any way you can tell?
Mr. Cruz, is this a hen or a rooster?
The three of us examined the feathers closely. It had both.
I could kill it and examine its insides.
Hmm. Very peculiar.
Is there any way you can tell?
No. I do not want it killed.
After that, we walked to back the barrio. Kiko was silent most of the way. Then he said...
I know how I can prove to you that this is a rooster.
Would you agree that this is a rooster if I make it fight in the cockpit and it wins?.
All right! We'll take it to the cockpit this Sunday.
How?
If this hen of yours can beat a gamecock, I will believe anything.