There’s A Beak In My Coffee

I went outside to sit.

I had my coffee with me.

The damn rooster bit me.

He got mad as hell when I picked up my cup.

He wanted my coffee.

I took my cup and ran as fast as I could to the house.

The damn rooster followed and bit me on the foot!

I got in the house.

Blood dripping down.

Two bandaids later, I see that rooster looking in my window!

Now he is stalking me for my coffee!

And now I tell everyone that I have a beak in my coffee!

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