Friday Fictioneers. Thanks once again to Rochelle for hosting.
He aspired to be a famous ventriloquist and entertain the masses from the stage of the local playhouse. However, his stage was only ever a shopping street where he stood with one hand up a chicken’s bottom, and the other shielding his mouth.
He did get one career-break though. He was invited to perform on local radio. The presenter had to keep reminding him it was he who had to talk into the microphone, not the chicken!
Recently he was cautioned for inappropriate behaviour after pecking a girl’s bum. He blamed it on the chicken of course, but he didn’t get away with it. So he chucked the chicken. I’ve no idea what he’s doing now.