Chicken Stories

The whole chicken issue seems to have gone to our heads a bit. Anyway, it somehow managed to sneak into our next song. In a rather curious way. I don't know what to make of it. But it feels good to let it all out in the music.

As for the chicken on Till's cheek: By a razor-thin majority you voted to ask old Ursel for help again. Only close behind is the surgery with the shady specialist. So that's how we're going to do it. I think it can't hurt to first try what old Ursel can do with her herbs and ointments. The last time, it somehow led to success - even if I still don't know how and why. If it doesn't work, we can always come back to the specialist.

But there is another thing that worries me a lot. Turquoise blue scales have formed around the green door. It seems that the fungus is growing out through the cracks of the closed door. Already this musty spicy smell is spreading through our kitchen. Or am I just imagining it? In any case, it won't be possible to keep it a secret much longer. I have to do something.