That damn rooster's head isn't chopped off after all. I didn't hear it for a couple of days, so I thought that perhaps the City finally came out and confiscated the stupid bastard. But... nope. It is starting to interfere with my ability to focus on season 2 of "24". Sad, but true.
Now don't get me wrong. I love animals. But there is a place for everything, and roosters just don't belong in the backyard of a suburban home, living underneath the swing set. My prayer is that the falcon (oh, yes, they have a falcon, too) would somehow peck its way out of its cage and eat the rooster. That would be something special. And, really, it would be perfectly natural.... Survival of the fittest and all of that.
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