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The Night Rooster
I gathered the feed from a bucket in the barn and proceeded to pour the mixture of dried corn and grain into the trough. As soon as the feed hit the bottom, they came rushing. Running, running, the chickens all gathered around the feeding trough and gorged on their favorite food. After it subsided, here he comes; strolling along, slow as molasses – William. He was quite the gentleman for being a rooster and has a brain the size of a walnut. He always let the ‘ladies’ go first; after all, if it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t have so many children. “Mary,” mother screamed from the porch, “time for dinner.” Setting down the bucket, I started up the trail…