What is the most terrified, run-for-your life scared you have ever been?
For me, it’s Roger the Rooster. The following story is 100% truth.
Growing up, one of the neighbors, Al, worked at a chicken house. He often brought home mutant chickens. Think 2 heads, 6 wings, 4 legs…yeah for realz, these creatures lived and existed.
But, the one beast he had that defied logic was Roger The Rooster. Roger’s gift was he never stopped growing. I was a short 8-year-old kid and truthfully Roger was taller by nearly a foot….He had legs like bicycle grips, claws of a velociraptor. A-t-t-i-t-u-d-e? He was Chuck Norris x 10. Even Al feared that Rooster.
Of course, it happened. Roger got loose. As the littlest kid (slowest runner) I knew I was dead meat. Imagine Jurassic Park and a charging Velociraptor, but real!….I turned, slipped and fell. The last thing I remember is Roger in the air, talons extended, launching toward me.
I did the only thing I could. I swung my toy cap gun at him…as luck (and the finger of God) would have it, I somehow connected. One swing, Roger flopped over. I had slain Roger. I broke out into tears. How was I gonna tell Al I had pistol-whipped his prize rooster?
-The memory of slaying Roger still haunts me
-I am still leery of chickens, especially roosters. Who’s the real chicken?
– I prefer process, procedure & evaluative thinking…and no longer pack a cap gun.
– Luck can change everything
– Al was a forgiving and kind man
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