A rooster chased your bicycle down Calle Delfines and then waited for you

You rode down Calle Delfines at eight in the morning on a beach cruiser with a surfboard under your arm, and a rooster ran out of a doorway and chased you for twenty meters. You did not fall. You did not look back. I was on the corner with a smoothie, applauding with my whole face. At the beach you stopped, turned around, bowed to the rooster, who had followed you, and walked into the sea. The rooster stayed. It is there most mornings. I think he is waiting.