Does anyone know what a rooster's head is called when it drops meat?

Crown mallet . . . Once upon a time, there was a beautiful hen who lived happily in the yard of a farm. She has many children, and each child has an ugly rooster, so it is very eye-catching. In fact, he is only half a chicken because he has only one eye, one wing and one leg. His father is the most beautiful rooster in Fiona Fang within twenty miles, but he is more proud than his father. He thinks he is the leader of the pack. When other cocks make fun of him, he thinks others are jealous of him.

One day, the little cock said to his mother, "Listen, mom, I'm tired of staying in the country. I have decided to go to Beijing. I want to see the king and queen. "

The poor mother trembled with fear at his words. "Son," she cried, "who are you listening to? Your father has never left this yard in his life, but he has become the pride of the whole family. Where can I find such a yard? Where can there be more abundant food, safer shelter and family members who love you more? "

"No," retorted the half cock, who was proud that he could speak a few words of Latin. "My brothers are all stupid and vulgar!"

"But. Son, "said the mother," why don't you look in the mirror? Don't you know that you are missing an eye and a leg? "

"Can you blame me?" The rooster cried, "It's you. You should be ashamed. Didn't you let me come into this world like this?" This is all your fault! What kind of egg was I born from? Are they male eggs? "

"No, no, my child," cried the mother, "male eggs can only hatch monsters. You are my egg, but you are the last one to hatch. I was exhausted. You were born this way. Look, it's not my fault. " "Maybe not." Half a cockerel replied. At this time, his crown was as red as pomegranate. "Maybe I can find a surgeon who can implant the residual limb for me. It's no use saying anything, I'm going anyway. "

Seeing that she could not change her son's determination, the mother said to him, "Son, you should at least listen to the old mother's opinion." You can't go to church with a portrait of St. Petrus; The saint doesn't like chickens very much. Avoid people we call chefs. They are our sworn enemies, and they will break your neck before saying Amen. Well, my child, may God and the protection of travelers be with you, holy Raphael. Go to your father and ask for his blessing. "Half a cockerel walked up to his father, kissed his feet and begged his blessing. The awesome rooster's blessing to him is more dignified than caressing, because his father doesn't like this son very much and thinks he is too arrogant and stubborn. Mother was moved by the truth and kept wiping her tears with dry leaves. Half a cockerel walks on its legs; He patted his single wing, crowed three times and said goodbye to his home.

He came to an almost dry stream-it was midsummer and the gurgling stream was blocked by branches. When the stream saw the rooster, it shouted to him, "Look, my friend, how weak I am. I can hardly flow. I have no strength to wash away these annoying branches that stop me from running forward." If you can peck the branch open with your mouth, it will help me out of trouble. In return, you can not only drink my water to quench your thirst, but also count on me to work for you if the rain restores my strength. The little cock replied, "I can help you, but I don't want to help you." "Can turbidity current help me?" "You will think of me before you believe me." The stream gurgled faintly.

"Come on, don't threaten me." The little cock shouted angrily, "You are looking forward to the flood now." He took another step forward. At this time, he met the wind; The wind died down on the ground.

"Dear rooster," said the wind, "in this world, we must all depend on each other. Come and see me. Look, what hot summer has done to me! How strong I was. Haven't you seen me make waves and destroy the countryside? If you can lift me up a few inches with your mouth and fan me with your wings, that's enough. I can fly again and reach my mother and my sisters, the bride of the wind, who are mending the cave of the clouds torn by me. They will fry a bowl of delicious soup for me to restore my strength. "

"Sir," replied the little cock, "you have played a big joke on me. You used to blow my tail from behind me and spread it like a fan to show everyone my jokes. No, my friend, what goes around comes around. I won't help you. Goodbye, you fool! "

After that, the rooster coughed three times, shook his feathers hard and continued on his way.

Then he came to a cut wheat field. The farmer lit the stubble and a small column of smoke rose. A little cock jumped nearby and saw a small fire going out.

"Dear rooster," Yu Huo shouted, "you came at the right time. Please save my life. I'm going out without fuel. I don't know where my brother Feng is. He always came to help me when I was killed. Bring me some straw and let me burn it. " "What do you have to do with me?" The little cock shouted.

"Who knows if you need my help one day?" Yu Huo said, "No one can predict what will happen tomorrow!"

"hey!" "Do you still want to teach me a lesson?" cried the rooster. Here you are! " He covered the embers with ashes and began to cry again, as if he had done something great.

Half a cockerel finally came to Beijing. He stopped in front of a church and asked, "What kind of church is this?" Someone answered, this is St. Peter's Church. He stood defiantly in front of the church and cried until his throat was hoarse. He deliberately tried to provoke the saint, and of course his mother.

He went into the palace to meet the king and queen. At this moment, the guard shouted to him, "Get out!" He was startled and hurried back. Later, he found a side door where many people came in and out. Someone answered his inquiry and told him that these people were the king's cooks. But he ignored his mother's warning and didn't avoid it. Instead, he stood up and walked straight towards them. A young cook caught him and broke his neck. The cook then called for water to iron the rooster's hair.

"Oh, water, my dear water, kind water, help me, don't burn me, have pity on me!"

"Do you feel sorry for me when I ask you for help?" Shui replied that he was so angry that he scalded the rooster from head to toe that the young cook lost his feathers effortlessly. The cook put half a chicken on the iron fork again.

"Fire, dear fire, kind fire," cried the evil karma ghost. "You are too strong. For my pity's sake, give me some sympathy. Don't burn me. "

"cheeky guy," said the fire, "you still have the face to beg me. Don't you forget that you almost strangled me? " In fact, fire is not satisfied with roasting the rooster golden yellow, but roasting him as black as charcoal.

When the cook saw him baked like this, he grabbed his leg and threw him out of the window. He was blown away by the wind.

"Wind, my dear wind, respectable wind, your strength is unparalleled. You never belong to anyone, but you take the most. Please give me sympathy and let me rest on this dunghill. "

"Let you rest?" The wind said angrily, spinning like a top, "never!" " "

The wind finally blew half a cockerel to the spire of the church bell tower. St Peter caught him and nailed him there, so we can still see him now: he was black and thin, naked and exposed to the wind and rain. It's just that now he doesn't call half a rooster or a weather vane.