The day has arrived when the farmland chicks get to finally kick up their heels and shake a bit of tail feather.  Suzie Soo is getting hitched and will soon be off the market as far as available singles are concerned. Nothing is more important than preparing for the big shindig at the Old Red Barn.  The hay is laid, the loft is clean, the stalls are fumigated and the dance floor is swept.  The stage has been built for Tommy Tippy and The Gypsy Geese band coming later that evening and the karaoke system has been set up ready for a night of fun and laughter. 

You have decided that Johnny Redbreast would be the perfect DJ and Bartie Boartusk and Billy Gruff would make the appropriate bouncers.  So there you go, the easy part is all done.
Now here comes the clincher.  Who is making what edible tit bit, and what kind of refreshments will be served on this auspicious celebratory day?  Apple cider and ginger beer with a twist or mulberry wine and Grandma Betty’s home brand Honeydew Home brew sound like winners in this field. And what about Dougie Drakes gin fizz special, you know, the one that knocks your socks off, curls your hair and causes smoke to come out of your nostrils.  Yes indeed, it is definitely going to be one hen party that will not be forgotten too soon.

Finally but not at all the least is the empty farmhouse blues boogie board game host, Miss Dizzy Dodo and her Ditsy Do-Dah team.  The cornfield has been maize-d out and the rope-haul-river-rush is in place.   The day has indeed turned out to be a good one to have a hen clucking, chick chick-ing, party for Suzie Soo.  Even the sun is at his finest.  The barnyard buddies have gathered and the penthouse pussycats have arrived. 

The only one missing is Roger Regular Renworth Rooster – the groom-to-be.  He’s in another town having a beak of a time at his last ditch freedom party, in other words – his stag night.  And then Suzy Soo and her wedding entourage enter the now rocking barn.  Straight to the front they go, they flick back their slick feathered backs and waddle onto the stage. Woop, woop, goes Suzy and with a real quick flick and tap of her delicate toes and the karaoke hens party hits the record breaker. What a night, not a chick was standing by morning, and those who were, were too legless to care. And this is the end of the best hen’s party had in a long time.