It was long ago. The time of our founders. when the weasels attacked. It was the begining of the falling. It was a warm summer night, and it was my first night on patrol of the borders. My father, Cowboy, came with me to show me the ropes. We were on the northern end of the property when my father heard something he told me to be quiet. Then there was the unmistakable screech of a weasel my father told me to run to the fort and warn the others. I did as I was told to and ran to the fort and told Pops, short for popcorn, That we were under attack. Pops told me to go inside and tell the other warriors. I did and then I ran to the weapon rack and got on a pair of battle claws. I ran to the door just as my dad arrived. He gave me a proud look and ran inside. Then came Pops and the other warriors. They had been told to retreat and hold the fort. One of the warriors came up and asked me to step back and let me take his place. I did and ran inside. When I got inside i saw my father was rounding up the hens and chicks. He looked over and told me to guard them with my life. I told him I would. I rounded them into the chick room. I told them to hide and they ran to every possible hiding place in the room. Then I turned around and stood guard at the door I could not see the fight from where I was, But I could sure hear the noise. One of the chicks started to cry and a hen tried to quiet it. pretty soon I heard scrabbling of weasel paws coming toward me. I got ready to fight. When he stared around the corner he laughed. "Only leaving a boy to guard our meals." the weasel said. he walked toward me slowly and then suddenly lunged out but I was ready for it. I dove into action, but he soon got past me. I was about to turn around to get him when another one came around the corner. He didn't even look at me when he walked past. I lunged out at him, but I missed. He walked into the room. only then did I turn around I saw that there were only a few left. I jumped on the back on one of the weasels and screamed when my talons dug into his back. He shook me off and ran off. The other one seeing what I did ran off with his friend I took account of the damage. There were only three black hens left crying in a corner. I wanted to walk over and comfort them but i had to check in the other room. I was getting worried because nobody had come in to check on me. I walked out of the room and walked around the corner and almost ran back everybody was dead. I looked and found my father. He was trying to say something, the only thing he managed to get out of his mouth was "love", then his head fell back and I let it rest on the floor.
This concludes the first installment of Rooster Tales.
I am Maverick and hope whoever finds this reads it and realizes the joy of life.
~ Maverick out.
