The Cat and the Rooster

Once upon a time, in a farm that looked suspiciously like a vacation spot, there was a Cat with the energy of a sloth on vacation, and a Rooster who could've been the host of the farm's morning show. Talk about contrasting personalities, am I right?

The Cat, most days, was all about the three R's: Rest, Roaming, and... um, 'Reat' food? Anyway, one day, he woke up thinking, "I fancy a bit of brunch." And when he saw the Rooster dancing around like he'd just won a reality show, he thought, "Perfect."

Now, Mr. Cat, being the sly thing he was, tip-toed over, a bit like a ninja if a ninja wore fluffy slippers. In one swift leap, he grabbed the Rooster. But, just before dining, his curiosity got the better of him. "Mate," he began, trying to sound all posh and judgy, "why do you have to go all 'rock star' every morning? Some of us are trying to have a lie-in!"

The Rooster, clearly used to the limelight, wasn' a bit fazed. He gave the Cat his best 'talk show guest' look and said, "Look, I'm basically the farm's alarm clock. I'm helping the farmers catch the worm, or the crop... or whatever they're after. I mean, come on, do you know how hard it is to milk cows in the dark?"

The Cat, raising a skeptical eyebrow, responded, "Really? So you're the hero? Because to me, it sounds like you're the DJ at a party no one asked for. Sadly, I’m not buying the whole 'helpful' act. And now, you're on the menu."

And just like that, the Rooster's beautiful speech, worthy of a standing ovation, was overshadowed by the Cat's insatiable appetite. Some folks just don't appreciate talent!

Amid a farm, where tales do tick,
Lived a sly Cat, and a Rooster so slick.
Different as dusk and dawn's first light,
One roamed the night, the other hailed sunlight.

While the Cat dreamt, shadows by his side,
The Rooster stood tall, with morning pride.
Crowing loud as the sun's first ray,
He'd herald the start of a brand-new day.

But one morn, with hunger in his eyes,
The Cat saw the Rooster as a tasty prize.
Tiptoeing close, with a stealthy knack,
He pounced at once, with the Rooster in his track!

"Hold on," said the Cat, whiskers all stern,
"I have a question, for which I yearn.
Why do you crow, so loud and clear,
When the world's asleep, and moonlight's near?"

Brave and bold, the Rooster replied,
Looking into the Cat's eyes, he never lied,
"I crow to guide, not to deride,
Farmers to fields, with the morning tide."

But the Cat just sighed, with a smirk so sly,
"Sounds like a tale, oh my, oh my!
Your reasons, dear Rooster, just don't suffice,
You'll still be my breakfast, oh so nice."

Thus, even as the Rooster voiced his song,
The Cat's hunger proved too strong.
Sometimes, explanations don't always win,
When appetite rules from deep within.