Terrible Ideas are Fun

Little Z, Wonder Niece and I were summoned to the post office this morning to pick up fifty baby roosters. The roosters' fate is meant to be for the dinner plate.
A few hours after we had them settled in, I mused that, if we were to keep them all and not actually eat them, we would have quite a mess of roosters on our hands.

"But you could have them fight each other and sell tickets!" said the Wonder Niece.

Which, I couldn't help but point out, would make us quite the unique operation:

ORGANIC FREE RANGE COCK FIGHTING!

2 comments:

  1. oroborosJuly 26, 2013 at 12:39 PM

    50 roosters!!? Man, that's a passel of roosters. You must've gotten a good deal on 'em...

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  2. Cellar DoorJuly 28, 2013 at 10:15 PM

    47 cents each! But 8 have now died, so there are only 42. It seems like a sub par lot. I've never had so many baby chicks die :(

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