So, the other day I went to work at a barn. Me and Friend#1 and Friend#2 were there, and so I went to collect chicken eggs. As I was doing this I felt a light pecking on my leg. I looked down, and the rooster was tapping at my leg. I kicked out a little, to scare it off, and went back to collecting eggs. A second later I felt the same tapping, so I kicked our again. Then, I felt pain. I looked down, and the rooster was attacking me. Being reasonable and brave, I screamed and ran out of the chicken coup.
Friend#2 comes running from one of the horses stall and goes "What happened? Are you alright?" I start rambling about the rooster and it attacking me. Then Friend#1 comes over, and goes (as chill as anything) "Oh, Redford(That's the name of the rooster) attacked you? Yeah, he attacked me....although we can't tell if he's attacking us or trying to rape us..."
Because we are all mature, responsible people that led to a discussion about "How funny would it be if Friend#2 wrote a book called 'I was raped' and then then when you read it, you figure out it was a rooster" and also "Mom! Mom! I'm pregnant!" "What the heck?!? How did that happen?!?" "A ROOSTER!"
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