Newman. He doesn't look mean, nasty, vicious. Oh, no, he looks like a beautiful rooster. But underneath that plumage, and disguised by his brilliant red comb is.... evil.
I bring him scraps from the diner. I make sure that his water is always clean and fresh. I feed his harem of pampered pullets, give them nice boxes in which to roost and lay. And every time I go up there and feed him a bucket full of lettuce, french fries, hamburger scraps, and hash browns... he tries to attack me.
Eventually, I think that I'll get through to him. We will bond someday, I'm sure. Perhaps over a large vat of home made chicken soup.
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