Roosters
I’ve personally known a couple of roosters in my time. My first was a little banty rooster gifted to me by Mr. Raeford Driver – probably to win my affection or offer apology after making me mad as fire at church by calling me a “pretty little boy”. I was 4 or 5 at the time and he teased me mercilessly. At first I would argue with him, trying to tell him that he was wrong and that I was a girl,…
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