Ceilidhs, dancing hens and politeness. Who was this geezer? He started to wonder if they were still in the police station. He wasn't used to such polite prisoners. "I guess there's always a first!"! He said to himself. He was used to the prisoners being escorted to the desk by police officers handcuffed, shouting, kicking and screaming, being threatened with violence and spat at. For the first time in his career he is confronted by an elderly, well spoken, very nice, polite gentleman carrying a hen! Wait until the Inspector hears about this one! If only all the prisoners he dealt with on a daily basis were as polite and considerate as this chap. A bit eccentric though going about with a hen under his arm. Takes all kinds. Rather an eccentric prisoner with a hen, than a violent psychopath wanting his "guts for garters". He had just started his shift so he didn't know why the chap had a hen with him and in jail no less! Was the hen a prisoner also? He would have to find that out. The chap was asking him if he could hold a ceilidh in reception with his dancing hens. Was the chap away with the fairies? So the desk sergeant looked at Mr Finleyson and said, " sure, go ahead and hold your ceilidh. There's nothing else going on round here ". The sergeant told Mr Finleyson sarcastically. Mr Finleyson replied, " Thank you very much sergeant. Very decent of you. I'll go and tell Gilbert and the other hens. They will be so excited when I tell them ". The sergeant told Mr Finleyson, "Other hens? What other hens? How many are you talking about? " Mr Finleyson replied, " My other eight hens that are in the cell with Gilbert." The sergeant then said, "Gilbert who?" Mr Finleyson replied, "The other prisoner who was arrested with me. All the info will be on our booking sheet." The sergeant shook his head in confusion as Mr Finleyson walked away towards the booking cell to tell Gilbert the good news about the ceilidh he got permission to hold! He opened the cell door and went in, still clutching Martha. Gilbert was sitting on the wooden bench, surrounded by his other eight hens. Mr Finleyson said to Gilbert, "Good news Gilbert, the ceilidh is going ahead. The sergeant gave us permission. There's a different desk sergeant on and he doesn't seem to know what's going on, and he doesn't have a clue who we are. We better get out there and get started before he changes his mind! Come on, let's go! Could you please carry a few of the hens? I'll come back for the rest of them." Gilbert picked up three of the hens and followed Mr Finleyson out to the booking hall. He set the hens down as the sergeant looked on with amusement. "Was he running a jail or a farmyard?" He asked himself. Mr Finleyson put Martha down next to her sisters, then went back along with Gilbert for the rest of the hens. They emerged from the cell carrying the other five hens. They set them down with the others. Mr Finleyson went over to the desk and told the sergeant the ceilidh was about to start and could he tell the other officers and civilian workers to come and watch the ceilidh and his hens do Scottish dancing.