Cock-A-Doodle

Alright. Another Monday. Yipee! I can just see the people walking down the street, clicking their heels up as they start the day.

No. This is the real world, where Mondays suck.

And so it’s back to school. Back to work. Back to life. Gah! That’s too much pressure to handle in one freakin’ day!

But what makes this Monday somewhat better than most? A wake-up call, that’s what.

My friend and I are hanging out in our super-secret, super-awesome hideaway after class this morning. We had almost accepted the fact that we couldn’t rewind time back to the weekend, when a rooster call echoes through the building. That’s right. An actual “Cock-A-Doodle-Doo”. In the building.

One thing you should know about our hideaway is it’s a pretty secluded spot (or as secluded as you can get on a campus with thousands of students). Random outbursts of sound aren’t really that common, so to hear anything at all would have been odd. But a rooster? That’s just…inconceivable!

We decide to investigate. Having traced the sound to the second floor, we start walking past lab doors, waiting for the next clue as to it’s whereabouts. We were almost ready to give up when it sounds again from behind us (scaring the crap out of me!). Peeking through the small window of the locked door (go figure), all we could make out was a fume hood and a couple swivel chairs (swivel chairs…that’s a whole story in itself!). And out of the darkness, came the rooster call. It was like it knew we were there, on the other side of the door. So, being the creepy rooster that it is, it hid in the darkness and continued to crow. Stupid little bird was mocking us!

Now you have to wonder what a rooster was doing in this building in the first place. Was it someone’s pet? A science experiment gone wrong? Maybe it’s not a rooster at all, but a mutant bird beast, intent on taking over our minds with it’s deadly crow!?!??!

The world may never know.