Last night, while searching for my missing rooster in the dark. I saw it's eyes glowing green from my flashlight. It was halfway up one of my apple trees.........

I did not find that the glwoing eyes belonged to my rooster.c

I ran for my half dead Stevens one shot .22.

When I returned the devilish eyes were still upon me in the same place. It's grey fur crumpled looking from rummaging through wet, dewy grass.

I held the light in my left hand and stretched long with the Stevens in my right and put one faithful round through the beasts toothy noggin.

It dropped immediately, one less POSSUM in the world.

I found my rooster this morning. The blacksmith was out to trim my horse (surprise visit, I was out deer hunting) and must have had a run in with the old bastard protecting his barnyard and maters. He was cooped up in one of the back horse stalls pouting.