Maria didn’t need to kill any of the chickens for me, a night time intruder had taken care of the job. The morning light revealed a bloodbath. My dad suspects it was a weasel because of the cause of death…exsanguination. In true rural fashion, Maria was dismissive. “There were too many of them to take care of anyway” she said. Unfortunately for me, the loudest one remained, the rooster. What kind of man leaves his women to be killed by a lowly rodent? Rooster, I label you “coward”.
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