Her little red rooster was a mean little scoundrel, but he had a soft spot for her in his heart of steel and he looked out for her, cooed for her and her alone. Later, when young men came to see her, they soon arranged to meet her thereafter at the drugstore soda fountain uptown. One confrontation with Barnes, even for experienced farm boys, was one too many. He was some kind of rooster all right, an eccentric. Yeah, she was back on the farm. She...could feel her sister shifting awake in the lower bunk. It was time to get up and milk the cows. Her sister always awoke in good humor. Not her. She was cozy under a feather comforter and milking the cows was the last thing she wanted to do. Downstairs she could hear her mother speaking cheerfully to her brother as he came back inside, cursing the damn rooster, threatening to kill it. Her mother laughed it off; she didn't have a mean bone in her body.
She...could smell bacon in the pan, the coffee pot was percolating, and
her grandmother was up heating milk for her Ovaltine. She hated
Ovaltine, particularly when her grandmother overheated the milk -- burned
it -- but she pretended to like it, insisted that she needed it for her
bones, and forced it down so she could save up enough labels to get a
free decoder to get special messages from Captain Cody, that intrepid
hero of the airwaves. She really wanted to have that ring, but there was
a Great Depression and money was very dear, so she never got the decoder
or the secret messages or the degree in pharmacology. Had she been more
like that little banty rooster, had she been a real go-getter ... Well --
it was all but over now.)
From "I want to live!" by Thom Jones.