Last night we put Shaun of the Dead on and settled in for a nice, relaxing zombie movie. Suddenly there was a loud sound from my left, just outside the window, which I assumed was the surround sound picking up a zombie noise. My, I thought, that’s realistic! That sounds just like a zombie at the window! B looked at me and told me that he thought that actually came from outside. We walked to the back door and flipped the light, and a rooster standing on the porch stared at us like a… rooster in porch lights.
We’d actually heard the rooster crowing the morning before so it wasn’t too much of a shock. I wanted to let him do his rooster thing and he would leave the yard eventually, but B decided to take matters into his own hands. He picked up a golf club and stepped into the backyard. B then grabbed the cover to the firepit (covered in soot, mind you) to use as his shield. Brandishing his sword and his shield, he charged.
I had no idea roosters could run that fast!
He eventually chased it out of the yard and down the street. Although I have a mental picture of him screaming and waving his golf club, in reality he just calmly after it. I like my mental image better than reality… that’s often the case, though.
We went back to the movie finally and went to bed. I was a little worried about having nightmares about zombie roosters, but the night passed without visions of undead fowls scratching at the bad door. Okay, wait, I don’t like that mental picture better than reality. I take it back.
