Fish and homing chickens

Nordbutt has returned from his fishing trip. He spent 3 days down at Dodgy lake and caught nothing! my he was beside himself, totally inconsolable. Luckily for him i caught him first before he saw anyone else. So i suggested we go down the lab and i would make him a special fish. A fish he could have his picture taken with and show round down at the fargott arms.

Well after a couple of hours we produced the "Fishytalefish" it has a special length key so that, according to the tale you are telling, you can increase the size upto whooper size. and a magical wiggle key that you can wind whilst being videod to give that just caught look.


Well Nordbutt was beside himself with joy. After i took a few choice snaps on the camera he put on his fishy necklace specially made by Alnewtricia and set off down the Fargotts to tell the tale. It was an instant success, i was watching from my usual booth and Nordbutt had a little crowd around him. The long toms and gargle juice were flowing freely.

However i was less than happy with Shrekton Newall, Shrekton was down the Fargots spending his bar tab. My he was in a right state. He kept calling out "Fetch me more of that cheeky vimto wench" and "does tha nos who i am? tha dos tha know" Slippy shiela behind the bar was getting very angry with him and asked him to leave. Well Shrekton refused to leave untill his friend Blake came to take him home incase he got lost on the way. Well i knew that Blake was off skiing with crompto parkett, so i devised a plan....

I ordered two cheeky vimtos and a cooked chicken i then slipped a cap full of Alnewtricias magicomushroomio foot rub into each cheeky vimto. I called Shrekton over to my booth and told him he must calm down (He's a big chap) and i offered him the cheeky vimtos as a sweetner. Well Shrekton took this as some kind of victory and downed both vimtos quick sharp. As i waited for the drinks to kick in i went to get the cooked chicken. when i returned to the booth i informed shrekton that i had a special mission should he choose to take it. He was very excited at this prospect. I gave him the cooked chicken and told him it was Horace the homing chicken, but as he had had a little to much spud punch he had fallen and lost some of his feathers. Shrekton was very sad about this and promptly started to stroke "Horace" lovingly telling him it would be ok in the morning. I told Shrekton that his mission was to take Horace into Dodgy woods and to build him a nest so that his feathers could grow back and then he could fly home. I told him that Horace was a mute homing chicken and had lost his voice in a fight with cock. This made Shrekton even more loving towards horace.

So off Shrekton and Horace went into the night....that was 2 days ago!