Fear them!

Here we have the Baby Chicken and the Bride, surveying a list of properties/lands that our fair city will let them, you, or whoever (whomever?) use to grow stuff upon. Chicken seems, in her excitement, to be saying, "Oooh, just think how much back-breaking work we can make our old and decaying husbands DO! AND we won't even have to thank them!" to much sage nodding from her partner-in-crime:

How do we feel about it, Kyle?