  Lo, and behold the game rooster! He weighs about 3 pounds and a quarter, more or less, and iz reddy tew fite for a kingdom. He stands up on hiz feet like a piece ov ginger-root, with each feacher fastened in its place. Hiz eye gleams in its socket like a soltaire on the queen’s finger. Hiz head iz like the snaiks head, and his beak shines like the point ov a dagger. When he steps, he steps like a bunch ov kat gurt, and hiz crow iz like the yung injuns fust whoop on the warpath. Hiz plumage gives back the sun shine like the ruby and amethist, and hiz legs are all golden. Hiz gaffs are ov burnt steel, and hiz tail and wing feathers are clipped for the battle. Bring on the other rooster. |
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