"Excuse me officer, but Martha here has never been caged or apart from me since she was a chick. Putting her in a cage and then a kennel could kill her. Please Officer, let me hold onto her for the ride! She is my star hen and means the world to me. Wherever I go, she goes"! The policeman stared at Martha, who was staring back at him. Mr Finleyson could see that Martha was turning on the charm. A little late for that, he thought! Once again he was in trouble, and Gilbert also, because of Martha's antics. She's one of a kind, he thought! The policeman finally replied, "Both of you in the back. Martha can ride up front with us. It will be safer for her. Give her to me so we can get going. Mr Finleyson handed Martha over to him. He then said, "Please take good care of her. She's very special to me". He reassured Mr Finleyson that Martha would be well taken care of. Mr Finleyson and Gilbert got into the metal cage in the back of the police van. The two policemen got in the front of the van. The officer who wasn't holding Martha was the one driving. He started the engine and they drove off, heading for the local "Nick". Martha was sitting on the policeman's lap looking out of the window. She seemed to be enjoying herself. He was stroking her head as they travelled towards the police station. He turned to the policeman who was driving and said, "She's a cutie, isn't she? It's no wonder she's a champion. Puts all the other hens in the shade, doesn't she"? The driver said, "If you say so". They arrived at the nick and drove round the back where the cells were. It was now dark outside.