It was a Friday night, and I was out of corn. I scratched for some grass but the Bantams from my last case ate it all.

I thought about these questions: "Why me? Why now? What happened to Uncle Chuch last Thanksgiving?" They say my mind can be more scattered than feed on the ground. HEY, isn't that Bernie crossing the road?

All of these racing thoughts made me fall asleep.

Suddenly, I heard a feather-whirling "QQQQUAAAAACCCK!!" I grabbed my spyglasses and asked what happened.

Patty, the Rhode Island Red, was comforting a Muscovy, while Eggna the Leghorn was sweeping up white feathers. Eggna filled me in. A goose came in, stole some eggs and a Muscovy. "The white feathers on the ground fell out of her, " explained Eggna quickly.

The goose said come to the G.O.O.S.E. (Geese Out Of Swamps Encorporated) fair tomorrow.

The next day the fair grounds were empty, except for the Muscovy. I picked her up and made for home. Too bad there was a goose blocking the way!

There was a zipper down the front. After unzipping it, I saw the missing eggs and 3 mice. They told me they were starving. They needed something to lay eggs for them. Those tricky mice had yanked feathers out of the costume as a cover up!

As I cuffed them I said, "Your plan was great, but I knew something was up because Muscovy feathers are black, not white!"