the evening was balmy. children were playing. she was about four years of age, following her mother to a relative's house deep in the pastoral hamlet.
then she stood stock still. across the shallow earth drain sat a mammoth golden rooster leaning against a coconut tree! its head reached the palm fronds at the very top of the tree! and it was smiling!
it was beautiful, its feathers shone in a bright golden hue, yet it frightened her. the unexpectedness, the gargantuan size, the incredulity, the impossibility of it all!
tears in her eyes she told her mother about it, pointing to the very spot but her mother admonished her saying she was yet again making up silly stories.
and the golden rooster smiled in all its glory.
she ran home without a backward glance, not even heeding the village children's shouts to play with them, much to her mother's chagrin.
the golden rooster remained unexplained.
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