Mr Finleyson picked her up off his lap and stood up. He turned to Gilbert and said, "I'm going to go and speak to the desk sergeant about having a ceilidh later on. They have changed shifts, so it would be nice for the new shift to see Martha and the other hens dance the Highland Fling. Be right back". He went out of the cell and over to the desk. There was a different sergeant on duty, the last shift of officers had gone home. The desk sergeant looked up at him and said, "Can I help you"? Mr Finleyson explained to the sergeant that he would like to hold a ceilidh, so the new shift of police officers could watch his hens do some Scottish dancing. He told the sergeant that the last shift of officers and civilian workers had really enjoyed watching his hens dance. He said to the sergeant, "I would like to repay all the care and kindness that has been shown to Gilbert, myself and my hens. I wanted to thank all of you with a ceilidh. Would that be possible"? The desk sergeant scratched his head and thought to himself, "Is this old geezer for real"?