Do your best, Coppers – I ain’t talkin’!!

Buk-AAAWK!

Well, what a pickle I found myself in yesterday. Turns out it ain’t such a Good Friday if you get caught trying to falsify Keno numbers. Hey, I wasn’t trying to win the jackpot…who cares if I add three, four or five numbers to the crappy ones I picked??

Well, law enforcement seems to care. These freakin’ bruisers come in to the pub, and pretty much grab me by the scruff of my nekked neck, and it’s off to the cop shop. One guy works me over, while the other one shoots a freakin’ sunbeam inta my face. The bully made my beak shake!!

Buk-AAAWK!!

Well, while Abbott & Costello were tryin’ to get me to talk, I started peckin’ at the table, which they didn’t like at all. Brand-new?? From where, Wal-mart???? Then they got even madder when I lost it, so to speak. Hey, I ain't exactly paper trained!!

They tossed me in the clink for a few hours, to try and scare me up a bit. The one guy that tried to get too friendly won’t be eating hot dogs with his right hand, any time soon, if ya know what I mean…

After a few hours, they decided it might look a little awkward, a chicken in front of a judge, so they let me go with a warning. Just in time too, the afternoon races start in half an hour, so I gotta trot over to the horse track…

Buk-AAAWK!!!

Cluck for now!!