Le Crazy Coq
This morning I woke up at 4 a.m. and went to the kitchen for a drink. Every few minutes I heard a rooster crowing in the distance. It must have been pretty loud considering our windows were closed. I opened the balcony sliding door and waited again. Yes, it was the Crazy Cock! Friends living in a nearby apartment have been complaining about this rooster for years. A typical conversation between residents of this block: A: Arrgh! I can't sleep with that cock crowing all night long! It's louder than the generator! B: I know. I turn up the air conditioning so I can't hear it as much. A: We should buy it from the owner and kill it. B: Tried that. Owner won't sell. A: Let's pay someone to kill it. B: Tried that also. No-one will do it. It's supposed to ward off evil. A: Merde! At least I'm going back to France next week. Looking forward to a month of peaceful sleep. B: I haven't slept properly in three years!