Every time one dies, I'm thankful the current griefs are so small. To the paragon of all roosterhood: R.I.P. Big Guy. We loved you well.
And to you, Jack Red, an apology. I'm sorry you were such an ill-tempered, surly beast, and I trust the coyotes of the Big Woods gave you a swift end.
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