Say there, Henry. I gots me a bit of a situation, and a man with your taxidermy skills is just the sort of feller I need.
Well what can I do ya for, Wally?
Well there was a bit of a cold snap last night, and my prize rooster was out on the barn and his feet froze to the roof. Poor feller done froze to death 'fore mornin'.
Ol' Roy finally met his maker, huh? You'd like me to work my magic on him, eh?
Sure would be nice. You stuff him an' I kin prop him up on the mantle, maybe use him as a hat rack. If it ain't too early to start, I'll go grab him outta the truck.
Sounds great. Nothing like a stiff cock to start the day off right.
