well brian called and said him and ellen and michael had a situation with a rooster named roaster that was at the park and this woman knew some backstory of roaster being drop'd off and then taken back and then returned then creep'd on by a potential cock fighter, then the drunkin family friend of some randoms wanted to show the cock off to his boy after school when we were inside the fence the took a little defense in thinking its was their rooster named roaster but they were no match for our simple logic and soberness even the cops agreed, so old school romainian dude was watchin us walk near the poor little guy with gloves and a basket like we were in a really bad play, he was confused walkded in as we help'd him corner and he picked up quick to pet and sing a little hello love hum to' they were boys off the bat and we were in aw of old wise man old country, he laughed and politely help us contain on a basket bungee corded to my moped, ellen and i did the walk home vespa stroll rooster dance and brian flew in to take a beak (ha) oh yea josh zoomed over in a splif and then put away the bike as i got aquainted with roaster in talks about it's diet .. that didn't pan out to well thanks too good old google and (it was actually yahoo answers) kristin down at dollop we got the fresh tip on what to do' as i was passed on to a forest perserve kristans mom use to work with - henry wasn't in so ron and i at the grocery with the manager etc.. it was great' and so here we are awkwardly roomates.. looking for a farm or hen for this cock