Gone Wig-about

Aboriginal Tradition

Not wholly unlike the indiginous people of Australia, Dark Chickens sometimes disappears and it's a cause for concern until he returns with a pocket full of wig photos depicting his latest trip.

A few months ago it happened again so we decided to run a competition.

The email went out to the Wigsters
Subject: Where is Chickens?

Answers on a postcard to:-
Where is Chickens Competition
I have No Idea
PO Box ***
Sandy
Beds

It's tricky to judge a competition when you don't know the answer, so we emailed Dark.

Dark, wherever you are,

Please send us a postcard.
We forgive you, it doesn't have to be this way.

A few days later a postcard arrived. It said...

I'm in trouble, I've been locked in a secret chicken barn somewhere in Shropshire by the infamous Dr Howsyapappa. Thankfully it looks like I have enough material in the barn to build an industrial cake mixing machine. Sure, this sounds foolish but with the egg white and the whisk, I'm hoping to fill this barn with a stiff peaky texture... this may in turn offer too much pressure on the doors.

Our trivial competion was clearly in poor taste so the team was mobilised.

Team,

We have a job to do.

This weekend we will meet in Shropshire and search chicken barns until we find Dr Howsyapappa's lair.

Your primary roles are as follows:
Brigadier - Google searches
NorbertD - Long range surveillance
CommanderChristie - Master of disguise (I suggest you bring a moustache)
Lambpie - Tools supplier
Goat - Stiff peaky texture specialist

I'm looking forward to releasing Dark and making use of the remaining egg yolks, perhaps by cooking a few pancakes. Please bring your own recipes and additional ingredients as required.

Sadly, on Friday (after a frying pan had been bought), this message had to be sent...

Team,

A postcard arrived this morning describing a daring escape.

Pancakes are off. Sorry.