Mr. Mean

Here is a story from Aunt Wilda.

We had a rooster we called Mr. Mean. He wasn't afraid of anything, And he hated to see the Milk Man come. Every time he came, that old rooster would go after him. One day that Mr. Mean was in wait for that Milk Man, and the Milk Man saw him. The house had a hill on both sides of it, and on one side there were steps, and the other was just the hill. The Milk Man thought he would trick that rooster, so he went around the other side, and when he did, that Mr.Mean came running behind him. There was snow on the hill, and where the water was dripping off the roof, it made ice.That milk Man went running up the hill and the rooster behind him. The Milk Man slid on the ice and down he came with Mr.Mean picking at him all the way down the hill. The Milk Man said he will never come back unless Grandpop locked THAT THING up. Grandpop thought that was really funny. Mr.Mean never bothered any of us, just the Milk Man, but one day I was running, and Mr, Mean came running after me, and bit me on the leg. Grandpop saw him, and guess what we had for dinner that evening? MR. MEAN