One beautiful Easter, two young boys in our neighborhood received fluffy yellow chicks. Only one of the chicks reached full maturity and it turned out to be a feisty white Leghorn rooster. I don’t remember if it had a name or not, but I do know that it roamed the neighborhood far and wide. The noisy and messy rooster would often “muck up” the next door neighbor’s porch that led into their kitchen. This house was my brother’s best buddy’s home and his mother would have to chase it away from her door everyday.
Did I mention that the rooster chased cars like a dog? Well it did and when the car would stop at the corner, it would then jump on the hood then squawk and peck at the vehicle. Amazingly the darned bird never was hit by a car. One day the bird’s white plumage was suddenly a bright green. The next time our neighbors’ mom took a broom to chase the rooster off of her porch, she screamed in dismay. Unsuspecting drivers who didn’t know about the rooster, green or otherwise, would brake hard when the bird attacked their car. For several weeks no one confessed to the dye job, but it was a great joke. A couple of months later the dye faded, the bird grew older, and eventually “kicked the bucket.” My brother and his buddy ultimately admitted to being the pranksters who dyed the rooster green.
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