One long keening cry punctuated by the ripple of small arms

I keep thinking of the scene from Rocky where he’s ordered to become “greasy fast” by chasing  chickens …

culled_Chickens … and why there’s liable to be enough young girls running around chasing saddle hackle that their caterwauling will rival the Beatles appearing on the Ed Sullivan show

I tried to book a flight, figuring thirty or forty saddles still made it a paying proposition, and what few that were captured by hand would pale compared the chickens run over, shot, stabbed, or euthanized by wardens, but was elbowed aside by a Girl Scout troop, who promptly commandeered the aircraft …

3 thoughts on “One long keening cry punctuated by the ripple of small arms

  1. Igneous Rock

    I find that women are delightful company for the most part. They get a few short years to look attractive while still being of childbearing age. A couple more years with checks written to modern medicine. Given the choice of feather hair extensions or blue circles painted on their ass, they made the right choice. Let the women win this one. Society benefits more from their collective aspirations and fleeting, flights of fancy than they ever would from the perfect dry fly. Besides, she has a really big gun!

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