Now… when the neighbors heard and then saw that the book and materials being donated to the Fernbrook Resort library were disappearing – some time after the staff received the materials but before they hit the library’s shelves – they decided to stop donating books and materials to the library.
And then after some careful consideration they went one step further.
The neighbors marched down to the Fernbrook Resort library and retrieved those few remaining items they had donated that had not yet been ‘removed from circulation permanently’.
(Of course the term ‘removed from circulation permanently’ is just a polite way of saying that the materials were allegedly stolen).
Anyway, when Rooster found out that the remaining books had been re-obtained by the donors, before he had had a chance to “borrow” them, he began to cluck so loudly you would think that the sky had fallen.
(Borrow of course is just a polite way of saying that the materials were ‘removed from circulation permanently’ – see definition above).
So Rooster complained that he should have just taken everything.
(Taken of course is just a polite way of saying that the materials were borrowed – see definition above).
But then it gets better.
Next Rooster begins gabbling that he should complain to Head Office that the neighbors who took their donated books back were in fact stealing them.
Can you imagine that? How stupid do you have to be to think of following a course of action even stupid that stealing from a library? That’s like phoning the police to complain that you and your partner robbed a bank – and then your partner robbed you of your share. Or complaining to the cops that someone broke into your meth lab and stole all your product. Hello!!! How small does your brain have to be to… to… ????
As God is my witness I can’t even finish a thought as stupid as Rooster’s actions.
Anyway, I guess Rhode Island Red calmed Rooster down. She stuck him in his cage and put a blanket over it. Fooling him into thinking it was night and instantly putting him to sleep.
And of course when Rooster woke up the next morning the thought wasn’t even a memory in his pea sized brain.
But I guess that rumour about the brain size of chickens has been proven true. Can any one say Cock-a-Doodle-Nobel-Prize-for-Science?
On second thought… don’t bother. At Fernbrook resort the prize and prize money would probably just get stolen.
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