-Brad_in_IL
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I've still got a scar on my leg where my Uncle Pete's prize bird Topper nailed me when I walked too close to where he was staked out, and that was from his natural spurs. Yup, it made such an impression on me that I can still remember that damned bird's name after 50 years.
What really pissed me off was the way Pete came running out of the house - not to make sure I was all right but to make sure Topper wasn't hurt when I kicked that motherfucker.