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Sighting of a Mysterious Giant Flying Creature
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South Texas, mid-21st century
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The missing baby incident was not reported officially and thus it merely became a rumor over those old country cafes in the valleys; it simmered painfully forever in the hearts of the beholders but was easily forgotten by gossipers.
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Rodriguez Ranch, Corpus Christi, TexasThe Rodriguez Ranch looked like any successful commercial ranch in Texas, especially famous for cutting. To the naked eye, people saw Dorper breed sheep, imported Merino sheep, mavericks, and thoroughbred and Arabian horses grazing across vast grassland, and these herds often attracted visiting rich Arabs and Chinese upstarts seeking acquisition of some of those rare breeds.
Deeper into the ranch, under a canopy of giant pines and bushy tall grass, stood simple farm houses and huts, and yet concealed deeper underneath them was a vast underground cellar, where its owner operated and plotted his underground illegal activities. He often had to closely tango with the CIA, who would usually play the good friendly cops, while he also received information that he was under close surveillance by the FBI, who would play the bad cops.
He enjoyed his life with pretty, voluptuous women, flashy sports cars and good Cuban cigars. Above all his addictive interests, his favorite hobby was cock fighting. What made him different from other fugitives was that he seemed to obviously enjoy his life while earning his money, as his indulgence in items and hobbies provided him a mix of pleasure with business.
He liked to smoke Cuban cigars, so he smuggled them into the country and now he was enjoying the aroma. He also liked exotic women; he smuggled them too from all over the world to work as prostitutes, and now a rare beauty from the East was giving him an intimate service.
Smuggling and illegal gambling activities had grossed him an easily fifty-million dollar annual income, and he would travel as far as casinos in undeveloped third world countries of the Far East for money laundering.
During the last season, some of his rival’s cocks were on par with his famous fearless cocks and thus threatened his position as “The King of Cocks,” which really bothered and embarrassed him. He came across a newspaper report about a Texas A&M-Kingsville professor’s special breed that was believed to be one of the highest IQ and fiercest warrior fowls endemic to a remote volcanic island called Kikicoo, somewhere in the southern hemisphere. Immediately he sent one of his subordinates to the island to smuggle in a few indigenous fowls with the aim to breed or crossbreed in order to produce superior fowls to become champion roosters.
When someone knocked on the door to request his audience, Mr. Rodriguez’s mood abruptly changed. His annoyed glance emitted a killing spark when he heard the voice. He pushed away the prostitute, unexpectedly stood up and pounced forward to seize the newcomer’s neck and growled, “I asked you to bring me back TWO PAIRZZZ of roosters and hens from the island down south near Antarctica, now you must go fuck those four hens to produce the chicks!” He slightly released his grasp; the man immediately struggled and broke free.
The lackey coughed to catch some breath before replying, “The natives told me that they were two roosters.”
“Oh yes! You trusted those damn mezquinos who probably can’t tell their own sex and species. If you can make these hens crow, I will go fuck them now!”
“Daddy Rod…I have a better idea. Why don’t we go ‘borrow’ Professor Rochester’s rooster? We also can test its abilities to fight and to use it for mating with our four hens at the same time.”
“Oh yes! You trusted those damn mezquinos who probably can’t tell their own sex and species. If you can make these hens crow, I will go fuck them now!”
“Daddy Rod…I have a better idea. Why don’t we go ‘borrow’ Professor Rochester’s rooster? We also can test its abilities to fight and to use it for mating with our four hens at the same time.”
“Now get the fuck out of here, don’t come back here without Rochester’s rooster!” He threw the man a menacing look, right before the door closed behind him. The prostitute already started to cling all over him, annoying him further. He ordered the man again, “Call in three more ‘hens’ for me RIGHT NOW!”
“Sure, Daddy Rod,” Three hens?—no—should be three puta! Actually, it took some time for the man to figure out what his boss wanted.
“Sure, Daddy Rod,” Three hens?—no—should be three puta! Actually, it took some time for the man to figure out what his boss wanted.
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