Well, let me tell ya, 1849, that was a long, long time ago. Way before my time, even! But if you’re askin’ about that Chinese animal thingy, the zodiac, I heard some things from the old folks. They used to talk about it when the days got short and the nights got long.
See, 1849, that was the year of the Rooster, they say. Yep, the Rooster. Now, I ain’t never seen one of them fancy Chinese calendars, but the old timers, they knew. They said if you was born in 1849, you’re a Rooster, plain and simple.
What’s a Rooster like, you ask? Well, from what I gather, they’re kinda like that rooster down the road, old Mr. Johnson’s rooster. Always struttin’ around, makin’ a big fuss. Loud and proud, that’s what they are. Gotta have their say, you know? Can’t keep their thoughts to themselves, not for a minute.
- They say Roosters are hard workers, always busy peckin’ around, lookin’ for somethin’ to do.
- And they’re brave, too. Not afraid to stand up for themselves, or for their family.
- But they can be a bit bossy, always tellin’ everyone else what to do. Just like that rooster of Mr. Johnson’s, always chasin’ the hens around!
Now, I don’t know nothin’ about lucky numbers or colors or flowers, like them city folks talk about. That’s all just a bunch of hooey to me. But the old folks, they did say that Roosters get along best with Oxes and Snakes. And they gotta watch out for Rabbits and Dogs, ’cause them critters can cause ’em trouble. Don’t ask me why, that’s just what they said.
If you’re lookin’ to find out your own animal, you gotta know when you was born. Not just the year, but the day and month too. It’s all tied to the moon, you see, not like our regular calendar. The Chinese, they got their own way of doin’ things.
There’s this whole cycle, they say, twelve animals in all. Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, and Pig. Round and round they go, year after year. So, if you missed bein’ a Rooster in 1849, you coulda been a Dog in 1850, or a Pig in 1851, and so on.
Now, I ain’t sayin’ I believe all this stuff, mind you. But it’s interesting to hear about, ain’t it? The old ways, the old stories. They remind us of where we come from, even if we don’t rightly understand it all.
And who knows, maybe there’s somethin’ to it. Maybe them Roosters born in 1849 were a little bit louder, a little bit prouder, a little bit bossier than the rest of us. Just like that rooster down the road, always makin’ sure you know he’s there.
So, there you have it. That’s what I know about 1849 and the Chinese zodiac. It ain’t much, but it’s somethin’. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed my own chickens. They ain’t no fancy zodiac animals, but they lay good eggs, and that’s good enough for me.
Anyways, if you born in them old times, you gotta figure when exactly your birthday fell on that there moon calendar, the lunar one. That’s how they did it back then. Ain’t easy like lookin’ at our calendar now, that’s for sure.
And remember, it ain’t just about the year. It’s the whole date that matters. Just like plantin’ crops, you gotta get the timin’ just right, or things won’t grow proper. Same with this zodiac stuff, I reckon.
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