"I sentence you to death, you wicked creature!" hissed the cat.
"On what charge?" asked the rooster.
"You're always waking us up early in the morning," said the cat.
"That's just my job," said the rooster. "I'm supposed to wake the farmer in the morning."
"And you are lascivious, sleeping with your sister-hens!"
"But that's also my job!" said the rooster. "That's how we make eggs for the farmer."
"I can see you've got an excuse for everything," said the cat, "but I still sentence you to death."
And then he ate the rooster.
Inspired by: Mille Fabulae et Una, a collection of Latin fables that I've edited, free to read online. I am not translating the Latin here; instead, I am just telling a 100-word version of the fable.
Notes: This is fable 394 in the book, which is Perry 16.