An unfortunate true story, that took place a week or two ago (April 09)
“So,” said the woman faintly, “I only lost one hen, not four.”
“Yep,” came the cheerful reply. “Could have been worse, eh?” Sometimes I really wished my grandfather could have a little more compassion. I stepped forward, nervously. “There’s a rescue place down the road, that sells hens. We can go there now and replace your, er, Maisie, with two hens from there, if you’d like?” Her eyes filled up at the sound of Maisie’s name, but she graciously accepted. “Thank you. I-”
“It’s the least we can do.” I cut her off before she could possibly inspire yet more guilt with ill-deserved politeness. “We’ll go right now, won’t we?” I glared up at my grandfather imploringly. “Er, yes, if-”
“Right then. We won’t be long. I’m so sorry about this. I’m so, so sorry.” With that I fumbled with the piece of string that was tying my canine criminal to the gate, and I scrambled down the drive, cheeks on fire. I left my grandfather to pick up the dead hen. I stomped down the road with the dog in tow, making little noise with my soggy slipper socks on the tarmac, when a yellow lead rope caught my eye. In the trauma, I’d completely forgotten about Teddy. There he was, lead and all, tree hugging. He was so tightly entangled that he could barely move, save for his tail that battered at a nearby branch. I bent down to release him, still furious with the pair of them, when I noticed the twig lodged in the wispy fluff on the top of his head. It was too much, and I couldn’t help bursting out laughing. Like my grandfather had said, it could have been worse.
Really enjoyed that story, felt like i was there with you, i have two golden retrievers and also have hens! might just keep them apart for a while!! anyway thought your work was eggcellent! (sorry i could\’nt resist) 
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