Poor Heloise! I had done nothing but remind him of his impending death for
a while - I found this to be the funniest thing in the whole damn world for some reason. I was getting way too much enjoyment out of taunting this poor rooster. I guess a large part of it was 'gallows humor'. Kinda like M*A*S*H or Catch-22 or something. Like, when bad shit is happening, you have to laugh. Well, I was about to close the peephole on this poor rooster, and it didn't seem to care. I didn't seem to care as well, but inside, there was some apprehension.For one thing, this rooster was fucking huge! I swear, I've never seen a bigger rooster in my entire life. And alghouth I can't really describe him as cute, I will say he had a certain shine in his poor rooster eyes. I mean, it's not like Heloise was gonna grow up to be in a chicken orchestra or anything. Somehow (the beer played a role in this) I hoarded up my courage and entered the ChickenDome. It wasn't really a dome per say, more like a fenced off garden, but I felt like I was entering a ring of combat. And it was three against one.
Like a gazelle on heroin, I stumbled into the arena. Stepping into the former last meal of Heloise (which just so happened to be chicken scratch, in case there are any historians here documenting last meals) I saw my opponent, fearless until the end. I slowly approached and...he stared at me as if I was his savior. I bent down, scooped him up, and began the walk down the Green Mile. The whole way there, he didn't struggle, or moan, or squawk, or anything. Or if he did, I don't remember it. Really, everything was going very smoothly up until the time we arrived at the chopping block. I think it was about then that Heloise realized the severity of his situation, as he began to struggle.
If not for the courage of the fearless June, the rooster would have been lost...
Tune in next time for the stunning conclusion!
(All pictures from M7 and my brother - thanks a million)
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