There is a rooster who has lovers:
The first lover of the rooster is the Wolf: The wolf became a leader and pastured the sheep. He extends his hand to shake the sheep hands. He pulled out the hand of the first sheep and spelled his blood that fell on the sand, and wow for the others! Some of the escaped sheep fled away while the wolf ate the rest. He grounded the bones and ate the skin with its hair. The rest of the sheep returned in the dark terrified, some of them wounded, lost or live without any sense, so the wolf went up the hill and started shouting " There is no more voice except my voice and long live for my deed".
The second lover of the rooster is the Fox: My grandmother uses the help of the dog; because his purpose is to serve his master, the human. One day, the fox came with his long and beautiful fur, shaking his tail to remove his footsteps saying "My friend, brothers and lovers where are you? I want to listen to your nice voice that predicates the coming of the morning. He adds, " I dislike the darkness. Please, come and let us get rid of it. I promise for the thousand time that my new promise is not a device, but it is a testament. Come and look at my tail I had cleaned by it the Alleys." The hen, chicks and the rooster were amazed. They came out from the stables happy. Then the fox started dancing, which made the chicks scatter around.
The fox said to the rooster " You have nice voice and beautiful features, but your voice calls for waking up and the fox attack him and swallow his head with the neck and escaped promising the chicks a new dance for the new foxy morning." My grand mother came and asked for help from the commandos (the dog), he came bearingly and suddenly dyad from the hunger and thirst. Then my grand mother became sad and cried on her rooster and the dog until she lost her eyesight. Then the fox came again.
The third lover of the rooster is the Rat: the rat entered the storage and came out from it. He entered the big storage and penetrated the first sake. He ate a little from it and came out from it. The hole became bigger and bigger and the seeds and grain came pouring out. The rat penetrated sakes after sakes and another until he became as grain of the storage, eating, reproducing and calling empire of rodent to come and to participate in this work before the cats coming. The days have passed: The rat became huge and his teeth fell down, and he could not continue his great march. The rat died. The cats come. The rest of the rats ran away and they did not find any thing except the rat catcher of my grandmother that she forgot to put on it a piece of food to catch the rat. The rats reproduced again and again as well as the cats. The grain and the seeds were gone, and the only thing that was left is the rotten smell.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)
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