As he shortened the distance, the old one started to shout out loud strange quaking sounds and ran here and there, young rooster closely following and trying to bite his crown.
“BANG….”
A rifle shot from the porch.
Farmer rested his rifle on his shoulder, and looking down to the dead young rooster, said,
“Damn… What’s wrong with them…? This is the third rooster I bought in a row, and every single of them was homos*xual!”