Bubbacarr was the youngest son of the director of the hospital where I worked. One day, his mother told him to catch this rooster so we could have it for lunch. He caught the chicken, but it pecked him and got away. He chased it down, and again, it got away. The third time, he caught the chicken, and was able to hang on to it. He marched around the hospital grounds, showing everyone his chicken before presenting it to myself and his mother.