Sometimes farmers put a mirror outside for the chickens and roosters. They always attack their reflection over and over; can do it for hours at the amusement of the humans.
For two hours the Amish noticed the funny fowl dance Delighting that the rooster and guineas attacked the mirror The Amish women laughed as they hung out clothes to prance Some were called to look with a slick, “Hey! Come over here!” It is strange they think it is another like them, none think it’s a ghost. The rooster was fierce, and angry as get out by the time of sundown. The mirror was put away by Grandpa Amish who had loved it the most. The guineas were more settled, but the rooster was still huffing around. The next morning it was too dark to set the mirror out again. By then a truck had arrived to deliver a pretty peahen. She’ll fall for it the men said, placing their bets for some cash. She was the smartest by far. She pushed the mirror over to crash.
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