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MY BROTHER'S PECULIAR CHICKEN

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MY BROTHER'S PECULIAR CHICKEN
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  • “All right, we’ll take it to the cockpit this Sunday.”
  • “I know how I can prove to you that this is a rooster.”
  • “Would you agree that this is a rooster if I make it fight in the cockpit and it wins?”
  • “If this hen of yours can beat a gamecock, I will believe anything,”
  • “How?”
  • “I don’t care where it came from, my rooster will kill it.”
  • “Don’t be a fool, That red rooster is a killer. It has killed more chickens than the fox. There is no rooster in this town that can stand against it. Pick a lesser rooster.”
  • “Don’t match your hen against that red rooster. That red rooster is not a native chicken. It is from Texas.”
  • I took the rooster in my arms and we walked back to the barrio. Kiko was silent most of the way.
  • “Tiope! Tiope! Fixed fight!”
  • So that Sunday we took the chicken to the cockpit. Kiko looked around for a suitable opponent. He finally picked a red rooster.
  • My brother would not listen. The match was made and the birds were readied for the killing. Sharp steel gaffs were tied to their left legs. Everyone wanted to bet on the red gamecock. The fight was brief. Both birds were released in the centre of the arena. They circled around once and then faced each other.
  • “Yes.”
  • “Do you believe it is a rooster now?”
  • I expected our chicken to die of fright. Instead, a strange thing happened. A lovesick expression came into the red rooster’s eyes. Then it did a love dance. That was all our chicken needed. It rushed at the red rooster with its neck feathers flaring. In one lunge, it buried its spurs into its opponent’s chest. The fight was over.
  • Then a riot broke out. People tore bamboo benches apart and used them as clubs. My brother and I had to leave through the back way. I had the chicken under my arm. We ran toward the coconut groves and kept running till we lost the mob.
  • I was glad the whole argument was over. Just then the chicken began to quiver. It stood up in my arms and cackled with laughter. Something warm and round dropped into my hand. It was an egg.
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