Chibics Ranch

We used to live in a ranch called "Chibics" ( I think thats how you spell it) it was right next to the river of course. We could walk to the river in about ten minutes. My brothers and my sisters would take a walk to the river in the evening sometimes. My brother and I were always throwing rocks at something. We both had good arms and a good aim. My dad made us a slingshot when he figured we were old enough, man we were shooting at everything. If it moved we shot at it. My dad didn't like us shooting at animals though.He didn't like seeing an animal get hurt.

My dad had this big old rooster that he was very proud of, and of course he was always catching us throwing rocks or clods at it and he used to get mad at us. Well there was this one day that my brother and I were outside in the back of the house and here comes my dads rooster walking right in front of us with his chest all puffed out and he's just strutting by all full of himself. Well my brother and I just couldn't help ourselves, we picked up some clods and started throwing them at him, he takes off running but he was too slow cause like I said before,we were pretty good shots, Well one of the clods found it's mark and "pow" right in the head, he went down and didn't move. My brother and I walked over to him and prodded him but he didn't wake up. So now were panicking and we don't know what to do because dads always checking on his rooster when he gets home, so we pick him up and go and throw him down the hole in the outhouse. We figured nobody will find him in there, well sure enough dad comes home and after dinner he's out back and he asks us if we seen his rooster. I don't remember what we told him but I'm sure it was something like "we seen him earlier" my dad looked for him for awhile and gave up. I'm sure he figured if something happened to him we had something to do with it. Try as we might we could never put one over on mom and pop, but this time we thought we got away with one. That night there was no rooster so there was no problem. Well the next day we went outside to play and here comes dads rooster, all full of a bunch of who knows what with paper and stuff all stuck all over him, he sees us and he takes off running to get away from us, we couldn't have caught him if we tried, so we had to leave him like that. He still had stuff on him when my dad got home but he wasn't as bad as he was in the morning. Now I know my dad knew we had something to do with his roosters condition, but he just didn't know how. That old rooster never let us get close to him after that. I guess you couldn't blame him. I always wondered what would have happened if that rooster would have tried flying out of that hole at night if or when one of my sisters would have gone out there and sat on the pot. god help us if it would of been my mom. The other thing I wonder is what that ol rooster was thinking when he woke up down in that hole. The last thing I wondered is how in the heck did he get out ? I guess I'll never know.