Hercules
By Jhai
Hercules was my pet. He grew up big and strong! I harassed him daily, pushing and prodding I would threat. He liked it though, don't get me wrong. He had a mean streak, not one bit meek. After supper I'd bravely venture out the kitchen back door. He could be across the yard and he'd come running fierce and brave. We fought and battled many a war. Him winning out of my self preservation. He'd chase me around the yard awhile playing 'chicken' if you will. He'd run me up the backyard tree strutting around and watching me.... Hercules didn't have soft fur, he didn't bark or purr. Hercules was my pet rooster, big, red, and really wicked! I can't remember how he died but rooster sure is chewy. K 8-12-988-12-98, I got Herc as a baby chick one Easter. He was a great pet, but whew!! a fighter to the bone!! We really didn't eat him. Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 06:18 AM PST 18 • 0 • 14
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