A big cock

The last article is "fugue", which is about what the soul sees and hears after leaving the window. It is not as mysterious as the reorganization and reprocessing of past memories. At this time, I closed my eyes again, and the first picture that appeared was actually a big cock. Ok, let's talk about this chicken.

This is a cock with high value. The comb on its head is bright red and full, standing upright. Unlike other chickens, they are either left or right, soft on the sofa. Two eyes are clear and full of spirit, always interpreting everything around them. Most of the chicken feathers in the suit are black, and the surface around the neck is covered with golden feathers, which looks like the shape of killing Matt. Golden chicken feet look strong, black nails dig firmly on the dry ground, and the word "stable" looks very similar. His wings flapped from time to time, and the ground suddenly rolled up like fallen leaves. If it weren't for his black nails, I'm afraid the waves would fly! The broad and solid chicken breast is particularly conspicuous when flapping its wings, as if showing off its pectoralis major muscles, hoping to attract the attention of the surrounding hens. I just don't know if there is such a thing as "Gao Fushuai" in the eyes of hens.

This is a lovely rooster. Of course, its cuteness is limited to hens, and other cocks naturally envy it. It is always surrounded by hens, who lean towards it intentionally or unintentionally, which also proves that there is actually the concept of "Gao Fushuai" in the eyes of hens. Rooster pick up hot chicks is also an expert. In addition to flapping its wings to expose its chest muscles, it can also play some tricks, such as taking out a grain of rice from a gap in the ground and cackling. The hens around him flapped their wings like fans when they saw the big star, instead of grabbing food, as if to throw themselves at each other. The world of chickens used to be so social.

This is still cockfighting. It not only fights with the cocks around it, but also fights with its master. In order to maintain his position as king in the flock and protect his wives and concubines, he often chased and beat other cocks until he cornered them, exposed his ass to the outside, told his opponent to protect him and exposed his ugliest side to you, hoping to get his forgiveness. So except for it, the hair on the tail of other cocks is uneven, either broken in half or pulled off. I usually walk around when I see it, afraid of eye contact and dare not touch its wives and concubines impudently. The lonely rooster who seeks failure must have experienced invincible loneliness, so he began to fight with his master more and more confidently. Once the owner fed the pig and walked back with the bucket, the rooster saw the opportunity and flapped his wings and flew towards the owner's ass. The master reacted and stared at his ass, with some burning pain on the back of his thigh. Must have been cut by that damn black nail. This is novel. The owner subconsciously ran a few steps at that time, fearing that it would attack again.

After pecking the master's cock, it became more and more arrogant and clucked, as if to show off its strength and courage to the world!

Master Tang Tang is a big man. How can he be bullied by him? Just at that moment, he directly smashed the rubber bucket in his hand. The flexible cock flashes and the bucket scratches along its armor. The rooster turned around, ready to accept his master's next move. At the moment it turns its head, the owner's left foot is only 15 cm away from its chicken head. It quickly spread its wings with Dapeng, kicked it and hid. Several groups meet opponents, and the first few moves are inextricably linked. At the moment of cockfighting, the owner's shadowless foot followed, hitting the chicken breast heavily, and the stare blankly was kicked into the chicken cage. The host is also a good stubble. He stops when he sees it, rushes into the coop in one step, and then kicks and punches, and the chicken coos at once, which other chickens can't understand.

After a fierce fight, the cockfighting hair is not as neat as before. The comb on the head should have torn a hole in the trembling, and there was still blood, so I couldn't stand up and walk away. The master also hit him and lifted his trouser legs. Boy, his claws are sharp enough! A few bloodstains, turned around and patted the dust and chicken manure on his body, straightened his chest, screwed on the plastic bucket and left proudly.

I thought the cockfighting after a fat beating had a good memory. Yes, that's true. It's just that you have a long memory for holding grudges. You always spy on your master's every move from time to time, waiting for revenge. The result is obvious. No matter how strong you are, you are still just a chicken. How can you compete with the humans who rule the earth? After repeated education, does it mean that being beaten can also be addictive?

The host has to go to school far away. One day, when he came home, he saw a chicken feather. It turned out that the host family killed the rooster and prepared to see the children off. It is said that the weight before slaughter was nearly 9 kg. What a pity, what a strong rooster. I stewed most of the pot of meat, and the meat was tight and chewy. Well, this "muscle" has indeed been practiced.