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In the marble halls of the great coop, beneath banners stitched with crests of golden feathers, the noble White Leghorn roosters gathered in council. Their armor gleamed in the warm torchlight, polished bright by years of service to their realm.

Beside them stood the steadfast Rhode Island Red hens, guardians of the courtyard and keepers of the fields. They were there for war. Another coop was planning an attack. They were trying to stop the war with the flocks.

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On this day, they spoke of peace, new relations for the coops, training of young chicks in the arts of craft. Their voices rang with purpose, filling the hall like a chorus. So it was in Camelot of the Coop: a place where courage was measured not by the swing of a sword, but by the strength of community