So I just found my rooster dead. I think my rabbit killed him. I went in the house and told everyone, including the neighbor and her fiance who were working on our stairs. No one said a thing, just ignoring me. So then I went nuts and screamed why are you wearing shoes in my house and never say you’re welcome when I say thank you. Seriously if someone gives me an expensive gift, I say thank you and they don’t say you’re welcome I want them to take the gift back. Too mad to figure out where this post should go. But yeah the rant started because my rooster died. So it’s a story about my chicken. RIP Bradley. Aka Brad Pitt.
