Command Log 3 Bearer of Rings, Holder of Grudges
LUKE
The Millennihen Falcon
It appears that the Plucked Pinhead has incorporated me into his schemes.
After watching him break into his own nest this morning using a ladder to compensate for his embarrassing lack of wings, he sent his sister Jools, whose top feathers were styled into an elaborate arrangement, to kidnap me from my home and my children and dress me in some of their human costumes.
They call it a tuxedo. Apparently, I am participating in this charade of a mating ritual by bearing their rings.
I do not understand this as I have no rings nor a bear.
They have also arranged some kind of wheeled transport that Jools keeps calling the Roostermobile.
It is decorated with murdered flowers. I have been tethered to it by harness built into my strange costume.
I cannot be contained. I viciously attacked a sunflower to display my dominance.
Jools was not cowering in fear as she should be and instead “booped” my beak and called me a silly chicken. I shall be avenged.