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Northern Kentucky | We had a rooster when I was a young pup. Mom was weeding the flower bed and my grandfather was leaning against a tree smoking a cigar while watching me run around the yard. The old rooster came up to me and chased me and tried to get at my legs. My grandpa ran to me and picked me up, and my mom seen the whole thing. She said "Did that rooster mess with my baby?" My grandpa said it did, and she told him to kill it. He picked it, twisted his neck, and he lay there motionless. I think he ended up being the supper for the coyotes that night. | |
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Child Abuse or Overcoming his Fear
