| Albert and the Rooster |
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My husband, Albert, thought he wanted a real, live rooster just to hear it crow every mornin’—but then, he realized what a pain it would be to hire someone to care for it when we travel. I wrote my friend in South Dakota about the dilemma, and she sent him a plastic rooster that is motion-activated, and crows. Everytime Albert walked by the darn thing, it crowed, and soon became an irritant, so he turned its beak to the wall, yet it still crowed. He said, “I think the SOB can crow from its rear end!” He then proceeded to cover both ends with tape. Now we just look at it—muzzled like it’s been kidnapped. Of course, the smarter thing would have been just to remove the batteries… Just an afterthought that came to me later!!!
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