[lit-ideas] Re: The Death of a Rooster

Do we know for certain that Big Red didn't kill Mrs. Bates? He did crow about it, they say. And what's the story with this pit bull? Was this a professional hit perhaps? Or was it just gang violence? He had been attacked by a dog before, remember. Saved by his buddy. Don't let these small towns mislead you. There nothing small about small town vice. A cat and a rooster buddying it up? That's against Nature, a failure to attain mature love. This Big Red was psychologically screwed-up. What was he really up to? Mysteriously appearing one day from a ryegrass farm -- ryegrass, right -- and suddenly everyone's making room for him, children being told to do as he does, even truck drivers were scared of him, warning one another when entering his territory. He may have been a Stasi apparachik for the Bush Administration, but more likely he was leader of the pack. An entourage of five wild turkeys? WILD turkeys? I'm sure it was a gang and they were dealing drugs. A turf war with the dogs. That's what it comes down to. Anyway it sounds like the town was very glad to be rid of him, throwing a big celebration and all. I'm happy for them. Thank's for that RP. It's an inspiration. We don't have to bow down to the Bush Administration or kowtow to drug lords. Or big Pharma for that matter. Wait, maybe this is all a metaphor for Big Pharma. Those Oregonians are clever. Everything makes sense now. Perfect sense. Bring on the pit bulls, boys.

Andy Amago
Upper Gallilee on the Hudson





----- Original Message ----- From: "Robert Paul" <rpaul@xxxxxxxx>
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Subject: [lit-ideas] The Death of a Rooster


Here is a story from down the Valley, about the death of a rooster who had become the town mascot in Scio (sigh-o), Oregon. I had been going to send the entire story, but, forewarned by Phil, I'm sending only the first three paragraphs and a link to the rest of the article which is told with only the barest hint of irony—touching and uplifting, illustrative of the mysterious bond between rural Americans (rural Oregonians, at least) and creatures that in other circumstances they might not readily befriend. It is a story that may be read aloud without embarrassment to friends, and even to little children, whether or not they have ever seen a live rooster.

Big Red a tale to crow about

Monday, July 31, 2006

LARRY BINGHAM

SCIO -- He was strutting down Main Street, heading home to the Scio Feed & Country Store to roost, when it happened.

Ambushed. In broad daylight. On the sidewalk between the True Value Hardware Store and Dr. Sally Cole's veterinary office.

A bystander saw the pit bull jump from the open window of a parked pickup and chomp the rooster between its teeth. The bystander yelled until the dog let the bird go. Then poor Big Red, Scio's town mascot, staggered to the vet's door and collapsed.

Story continues at

http://www.oregonlive.com/search/index.ssf?/base/news/1154314535140910.xml?oregonian?lcfp&coll=7

Robert Paul
Reed College
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