Just remembered. When I was a small child, maybe around the age of 5... We had goats and chickens. One of the chickens... A rooster.... We named him Foghorn Leghorn since he was all white and large. He didn't like me. So one evening I'm outside sitting on the ground playing with cars or go-bots or something. Then he sneaks up behind me and flogs me! Scared the crap out of me... I ran inside, bawling... Had a small cut on my back where he got me. I called him a "son-of-a-bitch". My mother was shocked that I said that!
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