When he saw that the back was missing, he reeled backwards, grabbing his heart. He shouted to the woman, "My old Mum knitted this jumper for me fortyfive years ago for my Christmas present! Not only is it my best jumper but my old Mum is gone and passed away twenty years ago. The jumper is all I have left of her"! He looked up towards the sky and shouted, still grabbing his heart, "More over Mum, I'm about to join you. Hurry up and take me, my heart is broken Mum"! Mr Finleyson and Gilbert were standing off to the side, watching and listening to old Bertie's drama queen outburst. They both looked at each other, knowing it was Martha who had caused the damage to Bertie's jumper, by pecking it apart. Old Bertie could not find this out as he would go ballistic and strangle Martha! Mr Finleyson said to Gilbert, "Pretend you're as shocked and upset as Bertie. Don't ever tell him it was Martha"! Gilbert then replied, "Don't worry Oliver, your secret is safe with me. I know what that miserable old bastard is capable of. Who cares about his old moth eaten jumper. And as far as his mother knitting it, well I say, big fucking deal. I remember her from when I was in Primary school. She used to cuff me about my ears for taking a short cut through her garden. She was a miserable old bitch"! Martha was all excited and swaying from side to side and kicking her little stick legs about as Mr Finleyson held on to her tightly! Martha was a fiesty hen. She was fiesty as a chick. She could also be quite fierce if you crossed her. All the hens on the farm tiptoed around Martha! She could tear them a new asshole if they crossed her! She was like a kung fu fighter when she got going and it took Mr Finleyson all his strength to hold onto her at the moment, because Martha was trying to break free to tear old Bertie a new asshole. She could not stand old Bertie, as she had never forgotten the time a couple of years ago when they were all at a competition and Bertie had chased her out of her pen and taken her bowl of food and given it to his own hens. She always quite agitated when she saw him, hence her destroying his lousy jumper! She was now clucking and screeching loudly like a banshee, her head bobbing up and down like a cockatoo! He told her to calm down and behave herself!