Eleven chickens

In one jar, eleven chickens are gathered by fate, none of them have prior will in creating this formation that embraces them, they are immersed in friendships and enmities and coexistence and well-being and affairs of night and day, then the alarm bell strikes in a shared destiny, then everyone must do their best regarding the situation, with a latent crowd of survival instincts and hope forming, and that would be a revival for things imprisoned inside them, looking out towards life and its opposite.