Everyday Words

Getting to the top.

November 12, 2004

There’s an outside, old-fashioned shopping area near my home, one that has turn-of-the-century homes that have been converted into art shoppes, restaurants, home bits and lots of birds that flock in the nearby river and on the boardwalk.

So whilst walking down the lane I wasn’t surprised to hear a rooster making noise but I was surprised to see what he was doing.

He was sitting on the first rung of a ladder that was leaning against a building. He flapped his wings, made a scene and then flew up to the fourth rung. He repeated this all again until he was at the 8th, then 10th, then the top.

At the top of the ladder he made the biggest fuss yet – wings flapping wildly and noise coming out like there was no tomorrow. So I walked in closer to see him and then I noticed a sign on the ladder.

It read: Please, do not climb ladder.