> From: Julia Thompson [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] > > > > We had a duck as a pet when I was a kid. It was the > meanest duck you ever > > did see. I used to go to the bus stop with a stick in > order to keep it from > > attacking me. When my little cousin would come over, we'd > put *him* in a > > garbage can to keep him away from the duck. > > Lemonade was mean. Once we figured out that the white feathers on our > lawn and the disappearance of Lemonade were linked
The rooster got attacked by a fox or a big dog one night. My brother, whose room was over our garage, heard the squawking in the middle of the night, followed repeatedly by something banging against the garage door. So apparently, Butterball gave as good as it got. But, alas, he didn't survive. Our neighbor found Butterball's half-eaten carcass in her yard. I did not weep. - jmh _______________________________________________ http://www.mccmedia.com/mailman/listinfo/brin-l
