4015. “Why?”
said Otis, once their were united, “Why on earth were you running around in the
Fowler’s yard like a chicken with your…”
4016. “Like a
chicken with my head cut off?” said the Rooster, finishing Otis’ question for
him. “You see,” said the bird, “I was convinced that my head had, indeed, been
cut off, and once a chicken or a rooster thinks his head has been cut off, what
follows for the next few minutes is not under his control.”
4017. “I had my
head down on the tree trunk. With my left eye I could see the Fowler’s hand
with the axe up in the air about to come down, and with my other eye I was
looking at the rings on the tree trunk.”
4018. “You can
be sure that at that moment I was not giving any thought what-so-ever to the
age of the tree and to how many years it had been allowed by its maker to shed
it graceful shade upon the earth. Neither was I thinking about whether a
Rooster has seven or eight rings in its scrawny neck if it is eight years old.
None of those thoughts occupied me it that time.”
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