Freaky the Hen is the Bolshoi diva. She preens and prepares alone, apart from the other chickens, beautiful and skilled as they are. She has nothing but contempt for the photographer if he is not tossing grain or corn pellets around. She does not even acknowledge his presence. As the stagehands scurry around, and the audience takes their seats, Freaky, whose color far outshines all of the other performers, closes her eyes and gathers herself for the performance. There is nothing else in the world for her but her dancing.