Why? he wondered. Drawing dead spiders had been a big hit with the chicks when he lived in the hen house.
But he tried, and tried, to learn the lettering style they used on the freight cars and overpasses. He scratched the wall with his beak day in and night out, when he could get a night out, which had been tough with so many wives.
He had to move out, and move into the garage where his wall was, so he could practise all the time. He scratched until his beak was raw and bleeding, until his wattle wobbled, his head throbbed, his cockscomb fell flat, and he had to erase a large section of errors so the sight of them wouldn't be too discouraging, too damaging to his ego. He used to be the Cock of the Walk until he decided to give up his regular job in order to follow his dream of becoming an artist.
Ah, he sighed, his ego was in good shape then. He was the greatest, his wives told him. His dead spider pictures were the greatest, his children told him. Now his ego was battered and bruised, his beak was cracked and his wattle was cracked and yellowed.
To make matters worse, he'd been caught! Out of his right eye he could see his shadow on the wall. Out of his left eye he could see the farmer coming into the garage, carrying a weapon. Now instead of Cock of the Walk, he'd be a dead duck!
"Hey, Rocky," said the farmer, "good to see you. We thought a fox got you. I guess someone locked you in the garage by mistake. Glad I found you. I'll take you back to the hen house after I change the tire on my wife's car." The farmer held up the tire iron he'd been carrying, then knelt down beside the car.
"Yep," he said, "I'll have you back there in two shakes of a lamb's tail. I guess you got up into the tree and down from there."
The farmer continued to chat happily, but Rocky didn't pay any attention to him. He'd been caught! Him, Rocco Botticelli, the artist with a future in graffiti! He'd been caught and they'd make him go back to his eighteen wives, and his old, boring, everyday job... fertilizing!
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25 comments:
What a funny, creative and imaginative story for the day, Kay! I love it and just the laugh I needed! I can relate to Old Rocky! Enjoy your evening!
Sylvia
Pity the poor suffering graffiti rooster :)
This was so much fun, Kay! I really enjoyed it and felt for the poor Cock.
Very imaginative! I'd been wondering who'd 'drawn' the spiders!
Creative, artistic piece... and to think murals were difficult when it comes to the delicate spiders.
Aww! How creative!
He does look like he is giving something the critical eye, huh?
Dead spider artist! Hysterical!
Hysterical! This was fabulous. Great writing. And yes, I have used an excess of platitudes, but oh so well deserved.
That is a delightfully creative story, Kay! Not everyday I get to meet a dead spider graffitist with a dream!
This was so good Kay! It truly gave me a good chuckle!
Glad he was saved from the pot!
Here's my Cock of the Walk
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Kay, this was fabulous!
What a fun read! Clever piece, Kay.
Ah, poor old cock. t'was ever thus.
A good giggle.
I'll follow you, will you do the same for me? please?
Lots of good wordplay and fun images in this very creative piece - love it!
Very funny and clever.. such a fun piece.
I was having fun reading the story! You are very imaginative dear Kay!
Oh this is so very good, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thanks so much for visiting my blog and leaving a comment.
Wonderful! You made full use of everything in the pic.
Also, I really like the name of you blog!
Lovely post
I really enjoyed this - Rocco Botticelli - Love it.
Hilarious!
love your humor.
well done.
Oh, Kay, that's just wonderful!
Poor rocky, he was trying so hard!
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