Three French hens walked into a bar.
After preening their feathers and checking out the action, they sashayed over to the jukebox, looking for some Elvis.
The Rogue’s Roost was quiet and the bartender kept amused watching National Geographic. Programmers know squat about the jungle. They should be in here late on a Saturday.
The eagle strolled in as “Hound Dog” started wailing from the juke. He strutted across the room and perched on a stool.
“What’s the special tonight?”
“There’s baked squab with a side of squirrel risotto for $9.99. I think we have a little of the lizard lasagna left. You got something particular in mind?”
The eagle scratched his bald head and cracked his claws. “Well, I have a hankering for something French… something fried.”
The bartender looked over at the jukebox and pumped his 12 gauge. “Coming right up.”
This story is part of BlogFestivus: 12 short stories, 12 days, 12 Days of Christmas. You can find more of these unique stories by clicking on the participant links below:
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