When I come home from the school, the yard is quiet. I don't take anything for granted because the rooster is very quick and will take me by surprise. In my high heels, I traversed the muddy, rocky yard, listening for his steps. Nothing. Hmm, maybe Gul has just fed them.
I quickly dressed for my afternoon run wanting to get it in before the fog got any thicker. Gul caught me before I left. "The rooster," she said, "is gone. I gave him away." "Where does he live now?" I asked. Confused, she shook her head. "No, Amy, we killed it and gave it to my sister."
What? No good-byes? My rooster-fiend is dead. Somehow life was more interesting with an antagonist. Alas, our conflict was short-lived, but I will remember you, red menace.
Final score: I still don't know. The rooster definitely lost this round, but I don't think I can claim victory.
Azerbaijani lesson learned: Red roosters are pretty, but they will hit you. Thanks Gul!