Sam Flynn was the youngest of all the sons of Jim Parkings at 8 years old, and like his brother he also didn't
knew his father was very well alive. His mother had taken his brother and was leaving him on a play date and
then she was going to run some errands. As a single mother she had taught her children how to behave in case
they happen to end up home alone for a few hours.
Sam had woken up awfully early this day, considering it was a Saturday and all. He said goodbye to his mother
and brother and sat down to watch cartoons while eating cereal. He wanted the non-sugary one that his mother
ate herself, but whatever. As he eat his breakfast he noticed that the show he was watching was getting boring
by the minute, even if that show was his all-time favorite just the week before. He was also getting tight on
his pijamas, he shrugged off his shirt and continued watching TV, but started browsing channels. Again his
pants became to tight so he remove them staying only in his underwear.
When the tv bore him enough, he went to take a shower. He just loved to pose in front of the mirror his
muscles, he was specially fond of his crimson goatee and scarlet Mohawk, he was sick of being in one place, he
wanted to get some chicks. All the clothes he found were to little to his almost adult physique, after all he
and his brother were the only men in the house, and they were still boys.
He had to settle for some baggy jean-shorts of his brother, which on him it looked just like short-shorts, and
his mother's green flip-flops. He was shirtless and penniless, but with his physique it wouldn't had a trouble
by any of that. This cock headed for the beach to found some chicks.
And that's how Sam the cockerel aged 10 years and became Sam the Rooster. After all, what's a rooster if not a
mature male chicken?