Friday, June 13, 2008

Brazillian Wax Picutes A couple of stories (1 / 2)

COCKFIGHTING

the day I saw my neighbor Street Station, with his cock again, my wife nuisance throughout the meal. I was doing Wrestling keys until I promised that we too would have a fighting cock ... but the memories of our old rooster still chasing me

In our neighborhood, roosters only served for one thing: fighting . Behind the station was a barn where everyoneato. "What about the duck? Fought well? " " That duck is a mess "snapped crossly.

"That's who needs to train properly. She should not have debuted so soon, "he said solemnly.

crossed the fence and catching the duck by the neck, joined.

"If you promise a percentage of profits, I promise to be a champion," he said smiling.

had nothing to lose, so I accepted the deal.

The first week consisted of minding the animal which was his main rival. That cock of Sausalito. The old man drew a picture and repeated "This is your greatest rival. Stew has done to your father, your mother and you're next. "The duck landed a peck on the photo, and croaked. We continue until we make sure that gave us the picture and not pinch us.

The second week, he tied the legs of two palm trees. Stretch slowly until it opened as a bar. Squawked in pain but managed to open the legs completely. When unleashed, she was chasing around the yard for an hour.

The ternte everyone put their money to the rooster tan Sausalito. Plug appeared between racks, with their champion tied with string. Glances of contempt and let our respective candidates were threatened animals in their respective languages:

"Quack-quack-quack"

"Coc-coc-coc!"

The fight began in the middle of an infernal uproar. Duck progress was a matter of intimidation. I kept watching his opponent, who was protected with crow's feet. He was a veteran, but I could see in the dark eyes of that webbed, a new craze. The first assault was limited to timid attempts by pall as we leave these two giants cosiƩndose their beaks.

; Three months later, the fighting continues as if nothing had happened, of course with slight changes.

"This morning I posted six to five against the cap snail. It's a wild snail of the Rocky Mountains. Feed this investment

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