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So, my brother loved chasing the hens, picking up whichever one surrendered first and petting it like a cute little puppy. The old rooster loved the hens, too but not in the same way my six-year-old brother loved them. So one sunny afternoon as Kenny chased his favorite hen, out of nowhere came that rooster from hell, jumped on Kenny’s back and began pecking his head like a jack hammer. Kenny screamed bloody murder, my mother came running out of the house with a broom, and I stood paralyzed watching as mom nearly beat my brother to death before the rooster finally flew off his back! Whatever happened to good entertainment these days?