When I was a boy there was a rooster. It was an absolute monster that more resembled a dinosuar in appearance and temperment than a farm bird.
Every day we had to feed the cows we had. Three squares of regular hay to one square of alfalfa and a scoop of grain. My cousin Nancy typically got flogged the most.
We both hated and were terrified of this bird. So we decided to team up and handle this universal threat. This boss monster of the barnyard was going ot get it.
I fell upon the idea that what I need was a weapon. A big ass stick ought to do the trick. As my father, uncle and grandpa overheard this they felt that the best thing to do was watch. And so we entered the this stinking hellish nightmare of the barnyard from hell. And it saw us. Rotating its head side to side to size us up. Nancy went into the little barn area where we had the hay. It had a door. I was suddnely alone.
I was now fair game and it charged, wings spread wide with a sinsiter battle cry. I swung with everything I had, I kncoked it back across the barnyard, it landed like Ali and charged again. The sound was unholy and I could see teeth in the beak, it might have even become somewhat larger. Again I took a swing and all of the sudden it’s groundhog day. Holy Cow! this isn’t working. The entire time there are peels of laughter from the men standing at the fence. “Git him Bryan!”
As this terrifying remnant of the Cretaceous once agin charged I decide Im going to throw this stick. Well i did, and I missed. I froze. Now what.
Buddy, it’s time to fall back and punt. The kick fight that ensued was glorious but I was losing ground and Nancy was working faster. She got done and I covered her exit while giving it as much hell as my 7 or 8 year old self could do.
Such a titanic struggle.
My cousin Carmen on the other hand, at 5, squatted down to look at a turkey and it pecked her on the nose. She grabbed it by the neck, bit and killed it.
Learn to use what you have before you go wishing for something you think will do the trick.