Zoop

I would be afraid if a coworker brought a rooster into my work.

It was in a box, pecking around. I poked it. It gave me a baleful stare.

He was giving it to another coworker, who is going to make dinner out of it this weekend.

It stared at you? Good thing it wasn't a Cockatrice. You'd have slugs slithering on your face by now.