A story from Ken. . .
Many of us have been chased by a dog, but let me tell you of the time I was chased by a rooster. Back, many, many years ago, my Mom and Dad lived in a very rural area in the south east part of Kentucky – way back in the hills.
On one visit to them, I went out one day for a 10-mile run. Around the 6 to 7 mile mark I noticed an old farm house where there were many chickens loose in the yard. There was also a big red rooster standing in the road giving me the once-over.
As I ran, the rooster started chasing me and attacking me with his spurs. Blood was flying, the rooster was crowing at me and I thought I would never get him to leave my legs alone.
Finally, the farmer came out and hollered at the rooster at which time the rooster came to a complete stop and went back home to his yard full of chickens.
The farmer gave me a strange look as if to say, why would anyone be out here running around in his underwear (hi-tech running shorts) and looking like a skinny fool (I was in good shape back then).
Seeing my legs, the farmer decided he would drive me back to my parents’ house, who in turn, took me to the local doctor who fixed up my legs.
Since this episode, I eat chicken much more often than I did before.
-Ken
Maybe you should buy stock in KFC!