The security guard ordered the suitcase to be opened after noticing anything odd on the scanner while inspecting an old woman’s baggage; what they discovered inside shocked everyone 
The grandmother had a nice but worn-out appearance. She discreetly explained at passport check that she was traveling to spend the winter with her grandchildren because she missed them and they hadn’t seen each other in a while. She rolled her old gray bag quietly toward the inspection belt after her documents had been examined.
The young man in uniform who was the security guard was closely observing the scanner screen. As suitcase after suitcase went by, he yawned until he became aware of something odd: one of them had an odd object inside.
He leaned closer and mumbled, “Wait a minute.” — What is that?
The owner of the odd suitcase, an elderly woman with a headscarf, caught his attention as he raised his head.
What are you carrying, ma’am?
“Nothin’ special,” she said quietly. Just presents for my grandkids.
I realize you’re not telling the truth, Ma’am, the officer stated sharply. What’s within?
The woman’s gaze dropped. Her hands started to shake. She appeared terrified.
Nothing—I’ve already told you that.
The officer stated forcefully, “Then I’ll have to open the suitcase.”
— You’re not entitled! I will not divulge the code to you! — she cried out.
However, it was too late. Everyone in the vicinity froze as the police grabbed a set of pliers, the lock clicked, and the luggage opened.
Three live hens were seated inside. A handful of grain and an old cloth, which the grandma had most likely used to cover them throughout the journey, were found next to them. One chicken attempted to escape, while another clucked calmly.
The officer exclaimed incredulously, “These are… live chickens.”
The grandmother quietly said, “Yes.” I’m bringing gifts for my grandchildren, like I mentioned.
— Ma’am, you are aware that transporting animals without the required paperwork is prohibited!
The granny let out a long sigh:
All I wanted was for my grandkids to eat fresh soup. I raised these hens myself, and they are good, home-bred hens, but everything there is incredibly pricey.
The policeman was at a loss for words. He glanced at his colleague, who merely gave him a shrug. Following a brief discussion, the security chief decided to file a report against the woman and turn over the hens to the airport’s veterinary department.
The elderly woman started crying as the crew carefully took the animals out of the bag.
I apologize; I didn’t mean to offend anyone.
The officer said quietly in response:
We comprehend, ma’am. However, everyone is subject to the same regulations.
After the hens were quarantined, a nearby farm consented to adopt them. Without her “gift,” the grandma was permitted to carry on with her travels.
She spoke softly to the officer right before takeoff:
Tell them that those hens belong to me, please.
For the first time that day, the young man grinned and answered:
— I swear, ma’am. They’ll be well taken care of.
