It thumped into a plump young hen and snapped her near wing.

The plump hen I'd bought was already turning brown, surrounded by onions, carrots, and rosy new potatoes.

As I savored the meal and my lush surroundings, three plump hens stutter-stepped across the patio.

They are like two plump, brown, specked hens, he used to say, smiling that wonderful smile of his.

I used it to carve him as I would a plump hen for my dinner.

The plump black hen that appeared out of nowhere on a cold winter day disappeared just as mysteriously a week ago.

Those are the plumpest hens these old eyes have ever seen.

Eventually I haw to go outside and stare at my plump, checkered hens in the yard, trying to decide which one to kill for supper.

Morning brought an old woman with aching joints, who paid a plump hen for a salve to ease her pain.

Like a chef, trying to decide exactly what he was going to do with a plump young hen.