I have always loved that line from the Wizard of Oz, not because of it's possible implied meaning about someone's sexuality, but because I have this image in my head of a cartoon character weathervane rooster being stretched and exploding into feathers. Sick, I know. But, like Wile Coyote, he would come back. A scene later, the rooster would be just fine. And possibly golden, like this one.
Oxford, England, UK
If you like this, chekc out The Sun God.
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