Its high noon on the rambling prairies of Wisconsin, and if you pause to listen for a moment, you can hear it. It starts as a low hum, the you can hear the indevidual four-toed foot beats on the lush ground. Then they come into view: seven colorful, glorious birds thunder their way up the hill. They are moving on to greener pastures. Leading the herd is none other than the famed and feared "Little Roo". His tail feathers have grown long. They swirl around in the warm summer breeze. He has a comb worthy of much respect. His silver feathers shine and seem to glow in the suns rays. His ear muffs have grown to puff out gloriously, making him even more grand looking. His spurs are 2.5 inches long, and razor sharp. His beak could tear leather apart. This is the bird that people cant look away from. This is the bird predators stay far away from. This, is Little Roo. He leads his six girls around the prairie, always keeping them happy and safe. They adore him. They are his whole life. And so they rest, in the cool shade of a large oak tree. He makes sure everything is in order and everyone is happy before he settles down to preen himself. All of the sudden a yelp erupts from over the hill. It is none other than a starving, lone coyote. And he has an easy meal in mind as he sprints right for a hen. Little Roo acts immediatly. He makes a bee line right for the animal. He strikes him in mid air, sinking his spurs into the soft underbelly. His beak tears away at fur. A howl of pain, and the coyote is running back to where it came from. Roo continues the chase until the danger is out of sight. Then he crows. The magestic sound echoes throughout the plains. And the whole world knows that this bird is not to be messed with, nor his heads. And all is right with the world. Just kidding. And now, for the real story. It is a boiling hot day in rural Wisconsin. The grass would be fried if not for the way-too-much amount of rain that has fallen. It is morning, and dew has just evaporated. If you stop for a split second, you can hear it. Peep! Peep! Peep! Peawk! You can hear their gangly one month-one week-feet speeding up the hill from their coop. You can hear the "splat!" as a chicken lets out last nights dinner in the form of a brown, horrid smelling blob. And then they come into sight: seven ratty looking hungry chickens who are currently going through puberty, as you can tell by their noises. They still have chick fuzz around their necks, giving them the appearence of two legged oddly colored lions. Their new feathers are untameable, sticking out every which way. They have food all over their faces, as they have not yet learned how to eat without getting messy. . Overall, their appearence is just laughable. Leading the pack, of course, is Little Roo. His dull grey feathers are about as long as a penny. He has a dark grey head, almost black, giving him a comical look. His spurs are about 1 milimeter long, and about as sharp as a pincusion (without pins) His comb is about 3 mm high, and a pink color. His blue feet are skinnier than twigs, and are often tripped over when running at full speed. Generally he is not a beautiful bird, certainly not the one he thinks himself to be! And so the flock settles down, under a swing set w/ slide that is no longer used. Their mom comes out of the huge chicken coop where she lives. Their mom is odd. She has no feathers, and no beak. She does not speak chicken talk. She is very tall! She gives the chickens what she calls melon. It tastes good. The pullets rush towards it roo walks and shoves them out of the way, then eats for himself. When he is done he poops on it, then walks to the box of sand, sits down, and dustbathes. The striped girl comes to sit with him. He pecks her on the head to tell her he does not wish for company. She squeals and runs off. He continues with his business. All of the sudden, a loud roar erupts from the huge blue chicken coop down the hill. OUt comes a big green thing! It travels up the hill, where it starts to eat grass and spit it out. The chickens have never seen anything like it. Roo is very alarmed. Is it a threat to his flock? He really doesnt care. Ive been interested in roos journey to man hood, and I decided to write it on here. If anyone thinks its a good i dea and I should go for it, just let me know please.