by Darthwing Teorist on Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:47 am
Except for roosters. Some of my relatives who own a small farm once had a very aggressive rooster. As kids, we had to stay away from him, he was jumping on people.
As much as I used to fear and hate him, I wept when he died gloriously after fighting a fox to defend his chicken. He ended up as soup: apparently his neck was almost broken all the way and he had to be killed. After that incident, I got lots of respect for him.
И ам тхе террор тхат флапс ин тхе нигхт! И ам тхе црамп тхат руинс ёур форм! И ам...