Centaur's are people too. Rocket and Sam

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The Rocket Radio Show with Rocket and Samantha.
Sam gives one last show.
Rocket explains .
The Greek word kentauros is generally regarded as of obscure origin. The etymology from ken – tauros, "piercing bull-stickers" was a euhemerist suggestion in Palaephatus' rationalizing text on Greek mythology, On Incredible Tales: mounted archers from a village called Nephele eliminating a herd of bulls that were the scourge of Ixion's kingdom.[21] Another possible related etymology can be "bull-slayer".Some say that the Greeks took the constellation of Centaurus, and also its name "piercing bull", from Mesopotamia, where it symbolized the god Baal who represents rain and fertility, fighting with and piercing with his horns the demon Mot who represents the summer drought. In Greece, the constellation of Centaurus was noted by Eudoxus of Cnidus in the fourth century BC and by Aratus in the third century.
Sometimes i watch my chickens closely. they have distinctive pecking orders and are brutal to those below. to the point of pecking a small chick to death. even thier own offspring. As i watch them from outside and above the coop, isee the interplay between the characters. as i introduce new juvinals into the coop i observe. there are cliques and small group alignments. there are independent types and the clueless. they mix and mingle, some with affection towards others while others peck viscously. some mix easily others are found dead by a thousand pecks. yesterday i found a young adolecent with a compound fracture above the knee. i went in the coop and brought the bird into my house. i attempted to place a splint. but the leg was lacerated and bleeding profusely. i realized what had to be done. i plucked the damaged leg above knee. the bird held still with an erie trust in my manuvers. i lit a torch and placed at the ready. taking shears i quickly snipped off the leg at the fracture point, then quickly cauterized the remaining stub in the small blue flame. five seconds or so i feel would do. the bird was calm and stoic throughout this. after i placed a dab of vasoline on the stub. the bird was then placed into his own box so others wouldnt peck at his new injury. i placed food and water in reach of the bird now resting in the straw. in the morning he was still alive. infact he was eating and drinking and appeared at peace.
today as i sat meditating my thoughts, i thought that i should feed and water my flock. i was lazy and waited several hours. i saw that the sun was hot today so i thought maybe my birds would need fresh cold water. so i filled thier bowls with clean water after rinsing the gross content inside.
i often wonder if I too am a god on a certain level. to my chickens i am a supreme being. i make life or death descions for them every day. i chose who will live and i mend the sick. i bring the rain and i sprinkle manna. they of course do not notice. they are busy being chickens. as thier god, i am thier caretaker and never explain myslef to them. they can only whisper and guess what god may do next. maybe one of them will right a book. a book other chickens might find out the truth of the coop. most are too busy or too stupid to care. i love my chickens either way
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