My mother and grandmother would tell me stories about a rooster they once owned. When my mother and her sister were very small girls they went to visit Uncle Fred. Uncle Fred was known for his chickens. He shared two little game chicks with the girls. They brought them home and raised them in a cardboard box. My mother said her chick grew up to be a rooster, and her little sister's grew up to be a hen. They named the pair Roosevelt and Elenor. Mother said Roosevelt walked the yard with pride. He was better than a good watch dog. One of the neighbors would always come to get vegetables from the garden without asking. While the rooster ruled the yard, the neighbor soon learned to stop getting vegetables without asking. Roosevelt chased her all the way home flogging her.
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) She said oh it won't do that, it likes me mommy! Two seconds later I hear a squirt, a scream and she is running for the bathroom and the chick is running for me! I was laughing so hard I couldn't even be sympathetic! I just stripped her down and stuck her in the shower. Hopefully lesson learned!
