Does the Cock crow because the Sun rises or does the Sun rise because the Cock crows?

Well obviously the answer is the Cock crows because the Sun rises. I am sure there are plenty of places where we can witness the sun rising without a Cock crowing in sight.
Of course, there might be a Cockerel in the middle of the sun that crows and tells the sun to rise from the abyss that is the other side of the world. However it would have to be constantly crowing as the sun is always rising somewhere in the world.

Let us step away fromm incoherent rambling for a short while shall we?
Last night I went to an Eighteenth. T'was good fun.
Laughs were shared. Food was had. Feet were trod on.
Yes, we went dancing.
And not just that doomf doomf dancing but Salsa and Cha Cha and other dances that sound like ingrediants you need to make Nachos.
Although I got off to a shaky start, forgetting when to turn, not knowing how to walk, and don't even get me started on those Hip-Rolls *shudder* by the end of the night I was Cha cha cha'ing to the foreign tunes that sounded a little too similar to Acky Breaky Heart.
However although the invitation did say we were going to "Dance the night away" that sadly was not true.
After an hour and a bit, 23 parched throats later, as well as too many dances to count on one hand the night came to a close. After a quick plug from the Instructors we walked into the darkness with a feeling of content in our hearts.

However this did not last long as lurking in the darkness were Zombie Nazi Vampire Cowboys.
"Dance!" They snarled with suprising clarity given they would have been dead the better half of a century with German being their first language.
I looked to my fellow dancers. They knew what we had to do. We were prepared, we were ready!
The Zombie Nazi Vampire Cowboys ripped out their guns and started firing manically at our feet... but we were quicker. We started mambaing and Cha cha cha'ing resulting in a flurry of feet devestating the surrounding walkway. No matter how many bullets they were firing we were dodging them all. Our agility and mobility were far superior to their 50 year old guns.
However a little known fact about Zombie Nazi Vampire Cowboys is that they always carry enough ammunition on them to flatten a small village. Luckily I was privy to this knowledge but was despondent and disheartened to find my friends quickly tiring to the frantic pace they were focused on keeping.
I consoled myself. I knew what I had to do.
Leaping over a barrel I ran down a dark alleyway and left my friend's dancing with death. It was still a good 7 hours before the Sun would appear to scare off the Zombie Nazi Vampire Cowboys and we couldn't outdance them for that long. None of us would survive!
"Aha!", I exclaimed as I found my prize, "Exactly what I was looking for."
Jumping over rooftops I made my way back to the carnage. They were still dancing but fatigue was catching up on them, slowing them down. I noticed one or two beginning to slip in their daze narrowingly avoiding their moosey fate.
"Where the H*ll have you been!?" Exclaimed a friend, a rare lingustic feat.
"Don't Worry!" I said Jumping down to them. "Everything will be ok!"
And with that I banished my cock.
It blinked once....twice, obviously peturbed by all this commotion. And with gentle persuasion by yours truely, crowed.
And the crow rang forth. It resonated of the buildings, reverberated in our heads and hang in the air. It was as beautiful sound.

Then in the horizon, a gleam of sunlight beckoned forth. Yes! The sun was rising! The sun was rising to bansish the stereotypically evil Zombie Nazi Vampire Cowboys and to bring peace and prosperity to all. The golden rays filtered through the night sky bringing light to the situation and hugging us with its warmth. Yes, the Zombie Nazi Vampire Cowboys were bansished and the night was won.

We then said our goodbyes and headed our seperate ways content in the fact that we had survived the night. And as we grow old we will always hold to the fact that we danced the night away and bested the Zombie Nazi Vampire Cowboys.


Oh well, back to Chem study.

Authors Note: This may or may not have happened.