The case of the pollo

So I just got back from amazing vacaciones which I will update on ASAP !!
But here is a little story until then.

Breakfast this morning with my host father, 'Tonyo' (aka Antonio) as follows:

[english translation]


A: Do you have a chicken?
Me: Not that I'm aware of.
A: Are you sure? There was a chicken in your room for like 4 or 5 days.
Me: Like... a dead one?
A: No, it was alive. It was pretty skinny when I found it.
Me: Seriously?
A: Yes. We were just wondering if it was yours, or if you thought it was yours. The neighbor a couple houses down said that she was missing a chicken.
(This confuses me. How could the neighbor possibly know that she is missing a chicken? They spend their days roaming the streets. No coops.)
Me: Well, it wasn't my chicken. How do you think it got there?
A: We have no idea! Maybe you shut your door without realizing there was a chicken in there?
Me: Tonyo, I would definitely be aware of a chicken in my bedroom before closing the door.
A: I just don't know. Genesis heard something from your room, and when I opened the door, the chicken shot right out of there, skinny and about to die. There were feathers all over the place!
Me: ......................................