She'd never liked the nameless resident female poultry in Gran's back yard. But there was something about Mr. Bangs, the rooster, the Big Daddy, that really made her crazy. Sure, the crowing at dawn (roosters have no concept of Summer Vacation) was enough to make any eighth-grade city girl despair, but it wasn't just that.
It was the way he'd look at her when she entered his domain, that dry, cooped corner, literally crawling with perfect food for a demanding rooster--and the ladies, when Mr. Bangs deemed them worthy. Oh, he'd stand stock-still, his head cocked slightly to one side, in a silent face-off, that beady left eye catching the light. It was an unspoken but quite apparent dare: "Go ahead, Sweetheart, just try taking one more step toward My Brood!"
She'd try reasoning with him, alerting him to the fact that the people, those beings living in that big coop over there, were the ones ultimately in charge. There were weapons, stew pots, and coyotes in neighboring states. But no, Mr. Bangs cared nothing for logic. Well, forget it; too much stood--again, literally--between her and those eggs. She'd go get Gran one more time and resign herself to trying another day. A second summer of admitting defeat just wouldn't do, but for now, Mr. Bangs and his reign of terror would continue.
12 comments:
ha. nice magpie...mt bangs seems quite teh adversary...
roosters are scary, hope she wins this summer!
Ah, I never thought of him protecting the eggs, but of course it makes perfect sense, and he would be very scary to a city girl. Super story! Great take on the prompt.
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Mr.Bangs is a wonderful name. You can really feel it...!
It is perfect! I thought you were recounting a memory! I was going to tell you how well you did it! Now I want to read the rest of the book . . .
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Eeks...the dreaded stew pot! Love the name "Mr. Bangs".
Mr. Bangs deserves the pot!
I absolutely LOVE your story about the wonderful, terrifying Mr. Bangs.
I like it. you have a great writing style. :)
This saga is much better than soap opera indeed!
;)
There is a vicious look in that rooster's eye. I think I'll just stay in my big coop over here...
Thank you all!
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