The sergeant stood up and leaned over the desk and looked down at Martha and the other hens kicking their legs and moving around the floor. He thought Mr Finleyson was winding him up when he asked if he could hold a ceilidh with his hens. He would never have guessed he was serious! The last shift had let Mr Finleyson and his hens dance the night away as if the station was a dance hall. This desk sergeant was not as accommodating as his previous colleague was. He would try to let the old boy down gently. There would be no ceilidh on his shift! They had never been busier than it was today due to the rioting at the show grounds. All the police stations in Norfolk were full. They, at his station were having to put three to a cell, hence the reason Mr Finleyson, Gilbert, Martha and her sisters were in the booking cell! He looked at Mr Finleyson and Gilbert, and said, "You must realise how busy we are due to the riots at the show grounds. You were both there and saw the vast numbers that were arrested. Every police station in Norfolk is bursting at the seams with prisoners.