Epilogue
The morning after the final panto performance, Helmut posted his latest blog and made his way to the pond.
Since the postman had high-jumped over the pond fence, few had ventured inside. George had a go; he bent to pick an egg, but his builder’s crack—nice and tender—was too much for the drake. With one peck, George squealed “louder than a castrated pig” and vowed to become vegan, while Charlie decided to buy eggs from the co-op from then on.
Helmut felt for George and his pale backside and he wanted to help. He tipped his vegan waste over the fence and stared out onto the hens and drake pecking . . .
What would tame a drake?
He was just thinking about a trip to the library when a small ball of bread sailed past his ear and landed at the feet of a chick.
He turned to see
