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Back around 1975, I was back up in Arkansas visiting for a couple of months before I went into the Air Force to be a radio repairman. I was floating between several relatives, working around their homes at what ever for my room and board. I was at one uncle's house for several days so that I could help him get a fence put up around about 5 acres so that they could keep some cows inside it.
My uncle had various animals around the place including a bunch of laying hens and one very mean but beautiful game rooster named Henry. My uncle called the rooster that because his father-n-law's last name was Henry and he was a fairly mean man. Henry was very territorial and would challenge everyone and everything that invaded his space. Now the eggs had to be gathered everyday by someone because the family ate them. Yep, I got flogged several times by the mean bird but I quickly got me a slender stick to wack him with and he soon realized that I meant business.
However, Kathy, my 5 year old cousin, didn't fair so well and got flogged numerous times. I would hear her getting flogged and come running to get the stupid bird off of her. Kathy totally hated Henry and for good reason but my uncle needed a rooster. So, when my work was finished, I moved on to another relative's home for a few days to help them with clearing out some brush etc. So, about a week later, my uncle called and wanted me to come by and help him on a Saturday. As I walked into their home, Kathy came running up to me and with a huge smile, told me, "We ate Henry!" I looked over to my uncle and he nodded yes, said that he found another more tranquil rooster. Kathy was happy now, she could collect her eggs in peace. As I left that day, I could hear her singing "No more Henry, no more Henry."
My uncle had various animals around the place including a bunch of laying hens and one very mean but beautiful game rooster named Henry. My uncle called the rooster that because his father-n-law's last name was Henry and he was a fairly mean man. Henry was very territorial and would challenge everyone and everything that invaded his space. Now the eggs had to be gathered everyday by someone because the family ate them. Yep, I got flogged several times by the mean bird but I quickly got me a slender stick to wack him with and he soon realized that I meant business.
However, Kathy, my 5 year old cousin, didn't fair so well and got flogged numerous times. I would hear her getting flogged and come running to get the stupid bird off of her. Kathy totally hated Henry and for good reason but my uncle needed a rooster. So, when my work was finished, I moved on to another relative's home for a few days to help them with clearing out some brush etc. So, about a week later, my uncle called and wanted me to come by and help him on a Saturday. As I walked into their home, Kathy came running up to me and with a huge smile, told me, "We ate Henry!" I looked over to my uncle and he nodded yes, said that he found another more tranquil rooster. Kathy was happy now, she could collect her eggs in peace. As I left that day, I could hear her singing "No more Henry, no more Henry."
