The Chase
Charlotte Anne Seigler and Steve Douglas Evans
When I was about 10 years old, my aunt and uncle and cousin Steve, lived on Harrison Street, here in Lima. There was a neighbor who lived a few houses down the street from them, who had a couple of pet roosters. They were the big, tall, white ones. I am not sure what the breed was called. I am surprised, now that I look back on it, that they were allowed to keep them because they lived in town.
The roosters were very mean and would chase people and try to attack them if they saw them outside. One day, Steve and I were outside playing, and the roosters saw us and started chasing me. I was so terrified and took off running as fast as I could to Steve's house. Luckily, I managed to outrun them. They were very fast, and I probably would have been flogged if they would have caught me. At the time, it was a very scary experience. Steve laughed though, because he said that he had never seen me run so fast. He said that I was running so fast that my hair was sticking straight out behind me. I must have looked pretty comical.
Steve still teases me about it to this very day, and we get a good laugh out of it. It is funny how things look different after they have happened. I think that the roosters ended up getting killed by a neighbor's dog. Poor roosters!
By Charlotte Anne Seigler Miller
May 21, 2004
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