What Does Cockadoodle Do?

What Does Cockadoodle Do?

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Hi. My name is Kellogg and yes, I'm a bit cocky, but what can you expect from a young rooster? I was pretty much minding my own business one day when I was suddenly dragged kicking and squawking from my home and tossed in with a bunch of seasoned hens. Here I was, not much more than a young chick myself and I was expected to take charge. It's a good thing I paid attention to Ma and Pa, because I had my job cut out for me as flock rooster. I never did anything half way in my life, but I had no idea what was about to hit me. Let me tell you what a flock rooster really does all day.
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So, I'm kinda clumsy. I tripped when I walked across the stage to receive my high school diploma, knocked down a ladder that was supporting my dad, and sneezed into a wall. Yup, you read that right. I sneezed myself into a wall. So maybe I am a walking train-wreck trapped in a lanky twenty-two-year-old girl's body. At least my family loves me-tolerates me might be a better way of phrasing it-but even with my clumsiness I'm still able to get by with minimal craziness and just a whole lot of embarrassment. A whole lot. That is until the fateful September day I find myself chasing a chicken into a wedding cake. My sister's wedding cake. . . on her wedding day. . . in the middle of the reception. . . in front of two hundred other guests. I've got a new number one on my list of embarrassing moments, but this time I swear it wasn't my fault. I blame that chicken, my grandma, and the stupid bowtie she put on it, probably hoping to marry me off, so she can have the best man all to herself. Okay, fine, so maybe it was totally my fault, but. . . This is how it happened ©2018 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting

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