Run Amuck

"God damn it!"

Alex woke up at Walter's cry, his hand immediately searching for the gun he realized wasn't there. Alex quickly threw on his jeans then ran out into the living room and into pandemonium. Walter was frantically chasing a dozen clucking birds around the furniture trying to get them out the kitchen door.

"Alex! Don't just stand there, help me get these blasted chickens outside!" Walter roared in frustration.

Calmly Alex went into the kitchen for a couple of dish towels. He then put two fingers into his mouth and let out a loud shrill whistle. Twirling a towel in each hand Alex then called to the chickens who were frozen into place, startled by the whistle.

"Ladies, ladies...out!" Alex called. Looking down on a plump brown hen, "Come on Betsy, out. Henrietta, Annie, move those scrawny legs of yours. Let's go, girls. Go home."

Alex managed to herd the ornery beasts out into the barn yard and closed the gate. He strolled back into the house where he found a befuddled looking partner standing amidst swirling wisps of chicken feathers.

"Walter, are you all right?" Alex enquired as he handed a broom to Walter then began picking feathers off Walter's shoulders and head.

"Alex, how did you do that?"

Alex smiled sweetly at his love, the jade eyes twinkling in the morning light. "They're just a bunch of old hens who need a young cock."

Alex gave Walter a peck on the lips then steered him toward the direction of the living room.

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