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There was a farmer with a prize rooster. The farmer was so proud of his prize rooster that even when the rooster got too old to -ahem- perform with the hens anymore, the farmer kept him from the table, if you catch my meaning.... Anyway, finally the day came when the old rooster died and the farmer buried him in the back yard.
The next morning the farmer got up to see the earth around where he'd buried his pet rooster was all dug up. He went out to check, muttering against the neighbor's dogs. Sure enough, the farmer saw the rooster on top of the freshly disturbed dirt. So he got his shovel and buried the rooster even deeper in the earth.
Well, the next morning, the farmer noticed the rooster was dug up again. The farmer took an oath and buried the rooster down very deep.
The next morning... you've guessed it. The rooster was dug up again. That night, the farmer decided to sit up and do in the vile creature who dug up his favored rooster's body. About sunrise, lo and behold, to his astonishment, the farmer saw the dead rooster dig himself out of the grave and collapse near the hole, still dead. Then it struck the farmer he had no ordinary, dead chicken here.
The old rooster was a poultrygeist.
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