Ang manok pag nakatali mas madaling hulihin

(Another one of this blog's naptalina induced entries)

"I went out into the open with haste, into the lights and into the settling humidity, where the sight of the city streets seemed to fall intentionally. There I found the most ordinary fowl there is, though of this I am still quite unsure, for if it was truly an ordinary fowl, I couldn't have possibly seen it. But I did see it, in what would have apparently been a perfect time, and noticed that it was tightly tied up unto a tree, whose huge branches stroke the largest of all the shadows cast and whose trunk stood unto the ground as though in territorial authority. I then cast an eye on the fowl, for how long I couldn't quite remember, altogether maintaining critical observance of us both, as it moved and went on on its almost mechanical dance and stooping and pecking, and its surprisingly quick turn of neck. Then somewhere along the line, in between each pause and pretentious glance, I thought to myself- no, I came to decide, that in no other circumstances that I should not intend to bring the fowl home with me and right there and then untie it and free it from the tree. And so I did- no, I did continue on with the intention but I failed to bring home the fowl- this of course is quite a pointless case and quite obvious- For any fowl, as long as it is tied- and oh how easy it is to get hold of a fowl that is tied up to a tree, than a loose one- and just as how the owner had succesfully explained this to me by casting his own eye upon me the moment I stepped an inch closer to the tree- which was his tree as well- has its owner. So I went home and closed the door and looked out the window, past the same old sight of millions of loose and pestering folws that crowded the town"