What I see, hmm. I can work with that! When the Rooster got his super powers hmm, this oughta be GOOD. IT goes back to, ironically when I was 3 or 4 years old. I knew I was a staunch Alfalfa kinda boy. or was that Buckwheat? Straight back, cocky, fast and loved gathering food when IT was in the back yard. I better get to a story soon, I'm getting bored here. I'd automatically, manually mostly throw on my rags and run to the back yard Err errerr-ing the tell the head Rooster I was comin and get the fuck out of my way, with a switch. Gettin better.
Then my neighbor Uncle Clyde, even before Dad married Uncle Clyde's wife Sinister, I mean sister married Dad. Let's gist say, she wasn't into the outhouse world then, toilets were in fashion. Well Clyde would hoot out the window at me from their bedroom Woof, woof. He had the bestest dog in the world named Sputnik. Everybody loved sputnik unless he boobo'd in the house.
Well anyhow then Clyde would yell out at me when the Rooster would sneak up on me for the daily attack. Here comes the Rooster! I'd go Err errerr err and most of the time turn fast enough and switch that Rooster's ass! He was usually already on my ass beakin the shit out of me an Clyde laughing. Then his wife would say close the damn window IT'S freezing in here. Then Clyde would get up and go about his day, which usually was give me shit and share cookies or something he'd bring out for my starving ass to eat, to talk and laugh. With Sputnik.
Long story short, sompen happened to our Rooster and I was quite bummed. Clyde always made me feel better and say when I was gathering the eggs, wood and water- Here comes The Rooster. Then the cutsies were transferred to my then little brother who would climb trees and pretend he was Cheetah and Clyde played with him too. Like he did me, I saw the changing of the guard and honor of my growth. I'm glad I'm the Rooster!
So I kept the NAME!
The End, sorry your beginning!
Da da!
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