….And that’s how it all this happened

This is one of those posts which just kind of got written on the spur of the moment. I had originally written a part of it as a comment for a status posted on Facebook sometime back. It was one of those situations where the odd/wacky status got my mind running and I just ran along with it.
The feather just doesn't do it anymore...So a whole chicken is needed. Initially, everything is working out well. The chicken is under control and it really doesn't know what's going on. As things quicken up, the poor chicken becomes mighty confused and disoriented. It starts to squawk and flap its wing to get away. It’s held tighter until the work and hand is done. Things slowly go out of hand and the noise increases to very high level.
You turn around very much irritated and a bit startled when the crowd manage to barge in. When all of them do manage to get in, they see feathers flying all over and a very nakkie chicken in her hand. They stare at all the feather flying around ask “What exactly are you doing?”.
The lady tries to explain that there is a cat hiding in the luggage spage just above the door and it is refusing to come down no matter what I do. I tried just about everything and nothing seems to work. I finally managed to get a real chicken, tied it to a stick and stuck it up there hoping that the cat would venture out and eventually come down. The cat did see the chicken and vice versa. The chicken on the stick got a bit agitated ….and that’s how it all this happened