TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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01.20.07, friday afternoon
From The Cunning Vixen by Rudolf Tesnohlidek:
"Never mind, dear little rooster, that I'm going to wring your neck. Your people do it, too, but their ways are worse, for they wring each other's neck all the time. Your picture used to symbolize freedom and revolution, but now the rooster has grown fat and learned to act like a lord, shouting all over the courtyard. And so, with a nice snap, you'll make room for a new one. As for your flock, don't you cry for them--they'll get used to a new rooster pretty fast."