Farmer Brown took loving care of his roosters. Quarters should be comfortable and roomy, food was to be the best, no expense was spared. He even set up an Internet Bar in the coop to entertain his poultry in their spare time.

"Hey, quit crowding!" a group of roosters gawked to their friend Hogwaller who tried to force his way through to the monitor.

"Has he updated yet?" the spurned specimen of roosterhood shot back, his red crown flapping and twisting in excitement.

"We're waiting, too!" one of the feathered cocks answered impatiently.

Hogwaller noticed that his coopmates pecked at the screen every few seconds to effect a reload of the Blog they were trying to get. The monitors, in consideration of the animals' physiology, had been made sensitive to the touch. It was especially fun touching the screen when one of those cool Indeterminacy chick-photos was on display. They all took turns pecking well into the night in a tumultuous congregation around the glowing monitor. And the monitor only seemed to glow brighter and hotter as the night progressed.

A sudden commotion interrupted Hogwaller's reveries over past stories. He perceived a flash on the screen and bits and pieces of excited cock-squawk: "It's up!" - "A story!" - "Lemme see!" - "Whazzit about!" And finally, "Damn! I think he's tapped into our Webcam."

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