The Fighting Roosters and The Eagle

In a farmyard that was livelier than a chicken dance at a barn dance, two Roosters were the stars of the show. You could say they were like two peas in a pod, except these peas couldn't stand the sight of each other. They'd give each other that squinty-eyed look of "Who let you into the party?" every time they bumped into each other. It was a classic case of frenemies without the "friends" part.

Now, on one particularly sunny morning, when the cows were mooing like they'd just heard a great joke and the ducks were quacking up a storm, the two Roosters had enough. They flew at each other, beaks snapping and claws scratching like two chefs fighting over the last piece of pie.

They tumbled and tussled, feathers flying around like confetti at a very odd parade. This wasn't a dance-off, it was a full-on fowl battle, and it didn't stop until one Rooster was finally out-pecked. Defeated, with his feathers ruffled and pride scrambled, he scuttled away to a corner, muttering to himself about never fighting before having his morning coffee.

The victorious Rooster, full of himself and with a swagger in his step, soared onto the top of the hen-house. "I'm king of the world, or at least this farmyard!" he crowed, his voice echoing like a rooster doing karaoke.

Above, an Eagle was soaring, minding his own eagle business, when he heard the crowing. He glanced down and thought, "Well, what do we have here? Dinner with a side of show-off!"

With the elegance of a waiter delivering the check at exactly the wrong moment, the Eagle descended from the blue sky and snatched the boasting Rooster. "Talk about getting carried away!" he probably would've said if eagles could talk.

The beaten Rooster, who had been watching with a mixture of horror and amusement, stepped out slowly, trying to look casual. He strolled over to where his rival had been standing, trying not to laugh, and declared, "Well, I guess I'm the master now. But I'll be a humble master... mostly."

And so, he became the new master of the farmyard, learning an important lesson: There's no point in having the last laugh if an eagle might have you for dinner. It's always best to crow with a bit of caution!

In a farmyard kissed by the sun's bright ray,
Hens and chicks frolicked and played all day.
But two roosters, each proud and spry,
Both believed they owned the sky.

Their fierce rivalries, a sight to behold,
Each tale of their battles, time and again told.
One morning, beneath a tree so grand,
They clashed again, beak to hand.

Amidst the fray, one chose to flee,
Leaving the other to claim victory.
With chest puffed out, he climbed so high,
Crowed to the world, “I own the sky!”

Yet, in the vast blue, an eagle did glide,
Drawn by the crow, it swiftly did bide.
With speed and grace, it descended fast,
And away with the victor, it did pass.

The once defeated, now alone in the fray,
Stepped forth, his rival now kept at bay.
Slowly, with pride, he began to call,
“Now, I am the true master of all!”