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Note: Gerald Ali put my fable of the Rooster and Hen in the context of alienation from the land, of which animals and their nature has escaped those landless in the urban, concrete jungle. But what is ironic is the nature of man when he returns to nature, his alienation has turned him into a straight out killer. When people used to come to my writing retreat in the mountains of northern California, they wanted to kill everything moving: kill the bee, the lizard, the spider, the rabbit, the deer, the cow, the hawk, everything. I had to tell them don't kill nothing here. Relax, get in harmony with nature. Be still, consider the mountains, the trees, the lakes and ponds, the sky, the sun and wind, all the glory of Creation.
In short then, my fable of the Rooster and Hen was out of order, misplaced and had no relevance to the urban lifestyle, especially for those not from down south or the country. This Parable of the Pit Bull might be more appropriate.

Parable of the Pit Bull

There was a pit bull who lived in the city. A man wanted to buy him and raise him for protection, so he met with the owner and got the pedigree. He investigated the history of the dog and his family connections, to make sure he was a pure bred. Once he was clear the pit bull came from a legit line, he paid for the animal and brought it home. He was happy to have a nice pet, especially one so pure and not polluted like a mutt, a cross breed or mongrel, a mutation whose DNA was of questionable nature.

He loved his pit bull and the animal loved him. He trained the dog for fighting, and he was a great fighter, a champion who won many battles.

And then the man met a woman he really liked. He knew almost nothing about her, but he hooked up with her and eventually she moved in with him. He didn't know where she came from, nothing about her family roots, her friends, her education and work history, whether she was psychotic and/or neurotic, suicidal and/or homicidal, whether she was radical, revolutionary or reactionary.

He didn't know she had been raised in a foster home, and later an orphanage, that she had seen her mother stab her grandmother, that her mother had a nervous breakdown and was confined to an institution for life. He didn't know any of this. He didn't know she had been a prostitute, homeless and a drug addict.

But he loved her and married her. And when he found out about her past life, he didn't give a damn. Since he was rich, a baller, big willie, he gave her the best of everything, just as he treated his pit bull, even better. He dressed her in the finest clothes and took her to eat in the finest restaurants and party in the VIP section of clubs.

And then one day she disappeared. He didn't know what happened to her. Worried to death, he hired a private investigator to search for her. The private eye found her in a two dollar motel with a trick.
The man told the private eye not to disturb her, leave her where she was.