PLUCK

 


It was a simple job. He picked them up at the Labour exchange, grabbed the first half a dozen there.  He brought them to the warehouse, showed the chickens and told them what to do.  Later he found one of them doing something unnatural. ‘No,’ he shouted, ‘I said pluck.’


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