Percy had a “chicken ranch” and it was not a great producer.
He owed Mouat’s Trading Co. a lot of money. Percy
avoided work of any kind with great success. My Uncle
Gilbert decided it was time to bring the matter of Percy’s
indebtedness to his attention. Percy response was “Well
Gilbert, I can’t help if my chickens don’t
lay!” That was just too much for Uncle Gilbert,
who replied, “Your chickens? Your chickens? -
They surely must be my chickens, I’ve been feeding
them for the last fifteen years!” This was too
much for Percy and he went off to obtain solace at the
Harbour House pub. Evidently he got it, for he returned
to the store an hour or so later with a burlap sack,
and let loose 4 white hens, “ If they’re
your chickens Gilbert, here they are!” (I had
to get the chickens out of Uncle Gilbert’s office
- not an easy task!) |
