That (expletive deleted)!!!! rooster!" (the landlord's curse)

My eyes were wide at the depth of his apparent hate -- not in surprise, but because I could tell that he, too, had been plotting death for one of God's little creatures.

"Do you know what the lady in house number 8 told me the other day?"  He continued, clutching his head, "She said that rooster got into her courtyard!   And do you know what she did?!"  I shook my head, I didn't know, but I could tell it was something awful.  "She took it back to its owner!!  I told her, 'Lady, why didn't you strangle it?  Why didn't you bring it to me and let me strangle it?'"  

"Why didn't she toss it in front of a car?"  I added.

"Exactly!"  Exclaimed Don Manuel, and I knew I had found a soul-mate.  "No!  She had to take it back home!  If ever I see that bird...."  His voice trailed off, but he had a dreamy look in his eyes, and I knew he, too was envisioning a fitting end for that animal.

It appears we have formed a silent agreement, Don Manuel and I.  So, if, the next time you see me, I appear both full and happy you will know that our fondest wishes have been fulfilled:  chicken soup for our souls.