Chicken soup for the belly

[desperance]

Aww. An Angel of Mercy has appeared, with chickens: one, two, three, count 'em three chickens. This is apparently one for the freezer, one for roasting (because Angels of Mercy like roast chicken: who knew? Must be some sort of feathery affinity) and one for soup, which will be good for me. Barry gets the soupy one, after all its goodness has been souped out of it. He doesn't care; he is Teh Evil and not interested in goodness, except insofar as it can be sneered at. He did try sneering at the Angel of Mercy too, but has succumbed to being stroked and cuddled. Any minute now he'll do biting, just to make the point that he is still Teh Evil, and it would be very wrong of us to doubt it.