The Chicken, the Aunt and the Lighthouse

Ayden was puzzled. Why was she tied up? Who did this? Why was Drumstick so good looking? Ayden wanted answers

“Drumstick!” He announced, “Did you do this?”

Drumstick craned his neck forward and stood up proudly under the light, his beautiful golden feathers highlighted his chiselled, smokin’ hot body. The energy and raw, smouldering power Drumstick emanated made Ayden nervous. He started to sweat.

“Ayden you must understand, I had to do this.”

“Oi! Don’t listen to that filthy fowl Ayden. You gotta set me free. You wouldn’t dog ya old Auntie would ya?”

Drumstick puffed his chest up, highlighting his beautiful, magnificent 14-pack glistened in front of Ayden’s eyes, mesmerising him.

“Ayden, you handsome young lad,” Drumstick whispered, “you must listen to me, I had to trap your Aunt, she was getting in the way of my plans. I-”

“Don’t listen to the bird Ayden!” Helga interrupted, “You gots to ignore him and listen to me”

Ayden knew he had to make a choice. Who should he help? His Aunt, or the immaculately groomed Drumstick? Dozens of thoughts crossed his mind. He weighed up every option until, he had made his mind up.

“Drumstick,” he said, “follow me, I want to show you something.”

The bird smoothly and casually waltzed over to him.

“I want to show you my Double contrabass flute.”

Drumstick peered inside the case, “that’s strange,” he said “it’s empty.”