Gettin’ old ain’t for wusses......Pt. 4 ( I think)

I think it’s only when you’re getting old that you realize that life is full of metaphorical stories....


Requiem for the Kung Fu Rooster....

The Kung Fu Rooster wouldn’t really run from Willie...Oh, he’d walk away alright, but he wouldn’t run....he didn’t even appear to take any notice of Willie ‘cuz the Kung Fu Rooster was cool....He was big ‘n black ‘n mean...he was a little short of tail feathers tho’ which means that some of the other roosters had at least got in some licks ‘n he wasn’t afraid of dogs at all....I always surmised that he’d been raised as a pet in a household that had a dog or two....the thing about the Kung Fu Rooster that got him his nickname tho’ was the fact that he’d attack humans...
if you turned your back on him, he’d nail you in a heartbeat....he got two of my neighbors, the guy that lives around the corner, the homeless guy that use’ta walk down the street occasionally ‘n the Fireman’s daughter....which caused the Fireman to call Animal Control ‘n report the assault....’course, Animal Control informed the Fireman that contrary to popular belief, the Fair Oaks Chickens are NOT protected ‘n are, in point of fact, wild critters ‘n do not come under the purview of Animal Control, thank you very much ‘n goodbye....
Anyways, the lack of fear on the part of the Kung Fu Rooster was his undoing on this Labor Day weekend when a neighbors daughter had a friend come calling ‘n the friend brought along a rather large black Labrador....’n when the Kung Fu Rooster turned his back ‘n went into his slow condescending strut.....well, suffice it to say that the Kung Fu Rooster struts no more.....