The Rooster (short story)

It came from out of the ocean.   First the crown then the beak and head.  It started to become apparent to those on shore that something big was coming.   As it continued to rise it become clear that this thing had feathers and it also became clear this creature was a 50 foot rooster.  When it reached shore it flapped it's huge wings.  The wind it created knocked over cars, vender huts, people off their feet.  Then it spoke, and it's voice was like rolling thunder,  massive with authority.   "Where is the one you call Sanders, and why is he deepfrying my people?"