CHICKEN Sunday best

Columbus was the hottest cock nearby. It was also the marking of the space in which he lived. Your singing was the glory of his chicken coop. I Irmenegarda, chicken more beautiful place, dragged the two wings on it.

After many winks, we were good friends. Would chat, chat vineyard. That friendship was more than a simple friendship, it was impossible to realize. Colombo increasingly thoughtful, throwing all its charm on me.

As usual, I like chicken about, just waiting for the day was D, ie, the time for him to ask me to dating. Gave no other. On a beautiful full moon and starry sky, Columbus came to me and whispered in my ear that I wanted to dating. Of course my answer was yes. Who would not accept a request from that.

Among dating, courtship and marriage are not even three months have passed. We did not delay much longer our union. It was an ordeal every night as we bid farewell.

We married. It was one big party. After two months, was pregnant. Got a cute. Our daughter Gertrude was her father's face. It even had the red spots in the fluff as the father. Our hen party came in a week. The father proudly, said:

_ It is not that Gertrudinha is my man! My treasure, thanks for making me the happiest cock!

Our love nest was complete. My daughter Gertrude was born healthy. My delivery was very normal. Hence, the routine returns to normal gradually.

After some time, Colombo greatly changes the behavior at home, and especially for me. I could not speak or a cockerel, that it was jealousy. When he was attacked, gave me kicks in, it was super thick. He even almost decapitated me. I just could not understand this radical change.

His metamorphosis was in plain sight. Your matin had become a mixture of pain and anguish. The neighborhood has commented:

_ The Columbus Compadre cock is no longer even a shadow of what it was. His singing, once so powerful, now looks more like a sissy cry.

Columbus had really changed. He was always jealous. I also came to drink. Arrived late at the bar every night Carijó. Our life had become pro water wine. To complete, I became pregnant again.

With the arrival of the sec, Celestino, things get more complicated. Chicken that I was, there was no more and no feathers, as in Homeric fights we had, almost all my scalpel. I do not know what to do. That's when at the height of despair, shooing him from our home room. He would go away from our chicken coop. The front door was the usefulness of the house, and was still encouraged:

_ Get out of my life and be happy.

We parted at the same hour. My life was that it was just sadness, but it was not possible that hell.

Today, after years, my Gertrude has already married and Coricocó Celestino, my son, navy, I am nothing. And yet, I'd rather be thrown into a pot and tempered by the hands of any one employer.