2216. It was a no win situation, it was a Catch 22, he was “dammed if he did and dammed if he didn’t,” and I am sure there are many more trite sayings that could he applied to his situation. The more formidable Leon now backed Otis up against the wall of the ring and prepared to strike, but then the rooster committed an act of great sacrilege.
2217. The rooster leaped from the edge of the ring
and landed on Leon’s head, and began pecking his skull as hard as he
could. That hard beak of his sank in a good eighth of an inch, sometimes
even three-sixteenths of an inch. The extra sixteenth of an inch was
pay dirt because a dog’s skull is mostly just an eighth of an inch
2218. Don’t think for an instant he did not realize the
great sin he was committing, assaulting Poseidon in that way. What
future could an ordinary rooster look forward to, after doing such a
brazen thing. This head pecking was just sufficient to distract Leon for
2219. I am not the sort of writer who has any interest in describing violence and bloodshed, regardless of the rabid appetite the public may have for the subject. The camera of this story will never focus on Otis’ teeth as they sink into Leon’s upper right leg, it will never zoom in for a closeup shot of the agony on Leon’s face, or the terror in his eyes at the sound of his bones being crushed.