I was looking for a place to roost, so I went to the poultry hotel to <strong>chick inn</strong>. The guy at front desk was a bad egg (he called me a pecker!) but despite his <strong>unpheasantness</strong> I didn’t fly the coop: after all, it was only <strong>hen bok-boks </strong>a night. ‘Only hen <strong>clucks</strong>,’ I thought. I agreed to the <strong>feed</strong>, and was given free range of the place.