Now her husband wasn’t chicken himself, in any form or function, but this was rather odd. It doesn’t happen every day like taxes and the mail and alien abductions and it had quiet ruffled his feathers!
But he had married her for better or worse and though he did suspect fowl play there wasn’t really much he could do about it. Besides he liked the fact that he now had quite the tale to tell! Stories about men whose wives became chickens were as rare as hen’s teeth! He decided he might even invite the neighbours over for a bit of a hen party!
So he built her a nice cage outside and chased the large chicken ex-woman, but not ex-wife, into it! She did manage to stab him with her beak a few times and he realized that he would probably spend the rest of his life as a hen-pecked husband. But he had a lot of pluck and a lot of pride, and with a cocky smile he informed the world that he’d do right by his avian wife!
Though when she started laying eggs, boy was he eggstatic! His eggstacy was through the roof! The eggs were large and would sell for eggxactly 5 times what an ordinary egg would!! He fed her top quality grain and kept egging her on to lay more! This would help him build up quiet the financial nest egg and mean he wouldn’t have to scratch a living anymore, relying on pay that was hardly chicken feed! When ever he thought of this it just made him crow with delight!
Having a large hen in the house felt very satisfying, almost as much as if he’d had a large cock!
In the end the husband was most happy with this arrangement, and they both lived happily ever after, she eating grain and laying eggs, and him reaping the benefits of having married the right chick!
JR Hudson
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