When they heard the screams, no one suspected the rooster. (Tampa Bay Times, 2002)
And from a little farther into the story:
The rooster struck around noon as Dechardonae ventured from her house in the middle of the cluster to visit her Uncle Tony, waiting in the driveway. It’s a short walk, even if you’re 3 feet tall and carrying a toy oven.
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