Telling of the story is a sad tale. It is the story of once best friends who parted ways over one person having chickens in the suburbs. It is a tale of of one person not complying with the wishes of another who has determined that she is Queen of the neighborhood.
OK, I'm being glib here.
There is a word that I find so vile that I would never use it, but I certainly found it descriptive of her behaviiour today. Especially after she called me a "rooster vacuum".
I'm not going to rise to the bait or sink to her level.
Well, you may have been her best friend, but she certainly wasn't yours. In fact I question if she was a friend at all if she could turn on you over some chickens. I almost was going to ask what a "rooster vacuum" was and then it hit me. DUH.