4008. But the Rooster was still just a few feet from the Fowler who had not yet regained his bearings. The bird was furiously running all over the place, up and down the encampment and even right over the Fowler’s body. He ran over the axe and into and out of the fire, he overturned a pot of boiling water and nearly scalded himself.
4009. Suddenly he came to an abrupt halt and looked all around as if in a daze, as if in a profound moment of philosophical reflection. He looked up at the sky, down at the ground, and if you were watching him you would have sworn that he was either in the throws of some euphoric moment, or about to have an epileptic seizure, or both.
4010. While the bird was so self-absorbed and lost to the land of the living, the Fowler regained his footing, picked up his axe, and began to advance once more upon his feather covered dinner.