Cock of the Week

Herbert just stopped past your desk to see how those proposals were coming along.

By Guest Contributor Margeret Hen

Look at Herbert. He thinks he is so grand. Strutting about the farmyard all day long in his natty suit and those absurd jodphurs he insists on wearing. His tail feathers are always just so.

Yesterday, he chased Martha Hen all over the top paddock because she didn't sign his petition to bring forward wake-up time one minute. As if it matters.

He is such a busybody. All the time he is poking his sticky beak into every matter, training his little beady eye into places where it's not wanted.

Just because he is the tallest cock, he thinks he is the boss. He wants be boss of everyone. Always crowing about how he did this and did that, how egg production is up 30 per cent last quarter thanks to his initiatives. As if making a competition for the hens about who lays the most eggs is going to make us want to lay more. Stupid cock.

But the other day Herbert chased the farmer's son out of the yard when he came to feed us. That cock got too uppity. The little boy started to cry and the farmer was angry. Maybe someone will put Herbert in his place one day.