The Pattern
Kikirikí! The sun is barely rising and I can already feel the blood burning in my veins. Here in my corral I am in charge. I hear the other envious roosters in the distance, but none of them have my caste. My Patron is coming... I hear his boots on the ground. I know that he brings my corn and that today we have training. I am a fine rooster, born for glory, and this scratching place is my throne before conquering the palenque. "
About The Pattern
Kikirikí! The sun is barely rising and I can already feel the blood burning in my veins. Here in my corral I am in charge. I hear the other envious roosters in the distance, but none of them have my caste. My Patron is coming... I hear his boots on the ground. I know that he brings my corn and that today we have training. I am a fine rooster, bo...Read more