I love summer (I'm not so crazy about extreme heat, but that's a story for another day). I have a hammock, a fire pit, a swing, a grill ... all the trappings of summer fun.
And my neighbor has a rooster. That crows. In the morning. In the afternoon. All night. Every day. All day. Loudly. Sometimes it sounds like a rooster; sometimes it sounds like a woman screaming.
And I hate it. If you're ever invited over for a chicken dinner, beware that it might be neighbor rooster. Neighbors seem to be nice enough people, but damn. I hate their pet (it must be a pet ... if it was food, they wouldn't have had it for years).
Beware, rooster.
PS: the title -- I know, right? I'm so annoying.
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