Dinner can't be a boy's name, you don't eat cocks.
Sorry, that just modern rubbish. We
only eat cocks. (Except for one hen called Custard Face, who was systematically pecking a gosling to death.)
We have hens, who lay eggs. Until the cocks figure out how to do that, they're called Dinner. (Apart from the one called Daddy and the one called Spare Daddy.)
The challenge is eating the cocks fast enough. We don't eat meat often, but the hens would like us to move the schedule along.
There are a few key aspects to successful sex for the young cock:
1: Stealth.
2: Speed.
3: The flying ****. (generally the end point following 1 and 2)
4: Joining the queue to jump the hen too tired to run any more.
The key tactics for the hens when there are young cocks around are:
1: Keep close to Daddy who will kick the **** out of any young cock coming too close (very effective)
2: Stay alert (medium effective)
3: Maintain sprint training (works if there's aren't too many of them chasing)
4: When you're too tired to run any more, have enough breath in reserve to scream and maybe Daddy will notice (long shot)
5: Give me looks that say "How about that one for Sunday?" (Sorry, lentils this weekend.)
