"Hey, do you want this rooster?" my friend asked.
At least she asked. The person who dumped him in their yard, didn't.
I did miss hearing a rooster crowing and since he was headed to a bad end if I didn't take him, you know what happened. So, meet Tyrone.
Yes, his neck is really that long. He's not stretching.
We don't know what kind(s) he is.
Even better? Tyrone can't crow. Oh, you know it. He doesn't know he can't crow though and he practices all the time, but alas, he sounds like a coon hound. So, there's a famous coon hound around here named Tyrone and we decided if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
Comby says, "Yeah, whatever. I ain't goin' up in no stupid tree."