Story for children RASCAL THE ROOSTER

Years ago we took up for rent a portion of an old house. The house owner, an ex-police man, occupied one half of the building and let out the other half to us. He had a rooster and two hens with a dozen chicks. The very first day this rooster, a two footer chased me all over the place.  I had never seen a stronger and bolder domestic cock before. He had 'Salem steel' beaks and firm wiry legs of iron. His eyes, blood red buttons, were full of self confidence. A picture of pride he was indeed. When he walked tall he would make you, a human being, feel like a pigmy.

At the very first crack of dawn he would stand on the compound wall and let out a series of full throated 'cock-a-doodle-dos, flapping his wings, exhibiting his rippling biceps. He was not a cock but an accurate alarm clock. He was very jealous about his two hen-spouses.