A Rooster Named Gladys
Meet Gladys, our rooster and my Nemesis. Every day, year after year, Gladys lurks behind corral gates, slinks around barn doors just waiting for me to forget myself if even just for a moment. Day after day Gladys follows me up the hill, leading from the barn to the kitchen door. We look like best friends to the casual observer, just moseying up that hill, side by side, him with his spur ever ready and me, normally with a golf club between us keeping him honest, but someone moved my golf club so today the shovel stands in!
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