Note from Katy, the author.
The Eye Specialist told me I could be blind in thirty seconds.
I’d only gone for an eye-test!!!
They would treat me but … yes, there’s a but – no promises.
I googled – not good – in fact bad. – very bad.
As I waited, for treatment and then had the verdict, I had two choices, laugh or cry. If I got all morbid, my family would cry, my friends would cry, my cockapoo would cry and she wouldn’t know what she’s crying about. No – I had to find a way to be cheerful – laugh.
I’d watch comedy, read comedy, write comedy. Well, it’s better than crying!!! I could cry with laughter instead of thinking about going blind.
What would help me write? Music! Usually, I wrote to Tchaikovsky’ but now I needed something vital – something raw, something with rhythm, something that rumbled. I turned to YouTube – rock’n’roll and groovy blues – I put the sound up loud and my fingers flew over the keyboard.
‘ Listen to the Chicken’ was born.
I wrote, laughed ‘til I cried and beat that devil called fear.
Zach dreamt of opening his own veterinary practice. He’d studied hard and was now in training at the local vet’s. His hopes seemed out of reach. He could just about afford the rent on his one bed flat above the local Co-op. Then he received a phone call from the local solicitor.
A distant relative left him a manor house. That was great except one wing was sinking into the ground, there were holes in the roof, windows missing and walls caving in. But he didn’t care, if he could only live in two of the rooms, it was his. He nearly passed out when he heard he’d also inherited some money; it wouldn’t cover the restoration. It didn’t matter, at least he had a roof over his head, holes or not, and he had time – time to do room by room. But, the solicitor did not prepare Zach for the three inhabitants of the manor – strange inhabitants. Oh, and lots of chickens.
There was a car crash and he got to be a hero, saving a young woman’s life. He promptly fell in love with her. But how-how could he win her heart? Her infant son was in danger – how could he save him? Then there were the chickens…