Meanwhile back in Mexico our good chicken had a new lead. A sweaty and quite smelly Mexican man approached him.
Hey amigo I hear youre the one looking for your twin
Yes that right I clucked.
Try looking in Nova Scotia, Canada. There have been reports of a new player in town going by the name of Mr Chicken
Thank you my friend, youve been a great help but may I recommend a bath, or deodorant perhaps
I immediately made my way to Canada.
When I arrived I was feeling a little drained, I thought I could use a break, I found a nice beach and decided to tan up my feathers for a while.
During this time there was a particularly nasty incident when a dog almost ran off with me but luckily a very kind passer by managed to save my little ass. The whole experience was very traumatic. Even to this day I cant sleep properly at night.
After chilling out for a few hours I wanted to get back on track, I went to a phone box to see if this Mr Chicken was listed.
Joy!! He was. I noted down the address and made my way there post haste.
I managed to feather a lift off a very friendly if not somewhat inbred local who said he knew where Mr Chicken was.
Whilst driving through the beautiful countryside I saw a sign.
It was a restaurant!! A frickin restaurant!! I broke down, after all my efforts of trying to find my twin, this is what it had come to!!
I contemplated going to the restaurant and offering myself as a main course for some lucky punter but then I thought, no, Mark needs me. I must head back to London to be with him. He must be missing me terribly.