He thanked the policeman as he went back inside. Gilbert then got up and handed Martha back to Mr Finleyson, before walking out of the cell and following the policeman to the bathroom, then back again. Not long after they had used the toilet, the policeman on trolley duty brought their refills of coffee and tea to them. They sat quietly drinking their hot drinks, both of them deep in thought. The truth of it all was that they were both under arrest and there was nothing they could do but just sit there! It was not long after they had finished their drinks that there was another knock on the door before it opened and two policemen entered, each carrying a cage with the other eight hens in them. Mr Finleyson's face lit up and Martha began to dance. The two officers set the cages down on the floor and then they turned around and left the cell, closing the door behind them. Mr Finleyson and Martha were ecstatic to be reunited with the other hens. She jumped off the wooden bench like seat, where Mr Finleyson had put her beside him, and she made a beeline to the other hens, greeting them with, "Guess what I had for my dinner? Finney", that is the nickname Martha and the other hens referred to him as, "shared his dinner with me as usual. I had bread and butter, fresh corn and rhubarb crumble. It was delicious considering it was prison food. What did you eat girls?" To anyone listening, it sounded like a bunch of hens clucking away all at the same time but they could talk to each other and they understood humans speaking to each other but humans could not understand when they spoke among themselves! The other eight hens, although related to each other and Martha, found her a bit insensitive at times. They all loved her to pieces and had a lot of respect and admiration for her. She was after all, the star and number one hen at Finney's farm. No other hen could knock her off her pedestal. All the hens on the farm from old to young, looked up to Martha. She was very wise and savvy! They all knew they could go to Martha with any problem they had, and she would sort it. She would also act as peacemaker when the hens were squabbling amongst themselves, or a one on one fight which could turn nasty. They all knew and understood Martha's close relationship with Finney. It had always been that way! Finney was very good to all his hens on the farm. They were fed very well when home. Martha didn't mean to rub their beaks in it by telling them about the food Finney shared with her. There was no getting away from it, Martha was a Diva!