Chicken Scratch

How revoltin’…

My fragile cluckin’ dignity…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

So kids, here’s the drill – if ya go onna fishin’ trip, make sure ya don’t stand up ta pee, unless ya gots good equal Librium. Otherwise, ya mite fine yerself getting’ hauled outta tha drink like I wuz…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Personally, I think Cornelius rocked the boat on purpose, cause it felt like the goddam Poseidon Adventure before I hurtled overboard, cigarette twirling off one way – a robust spray of liquid waste tha other…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

I didn’t bother lookin’ for my smoke after THAT…

Luckily, while Corny wuz grapplin’ with how to work his feeble chicken brain, a coupla other fishermen happened by, an’ they pulled me out ta safety. With any luck, my pinfeathers will dry sometime this month.

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

From now on, if we getta cravin’ for fish in the house, it’ll be from that pluckin’ Highliner dude…

Cluck for now!!