A Holiday to Remember, part two

Part one may be found here.

Preparations progressed smoothly until Chef went into the hold to collect the turkeys he had left hanging in a cool, quiet place.  They were gone.  No carcasses swaying serenely within our moored ship with the motion of the river breezes.  No tasty free range forty-pounders waiting for plucking and roasting. No birds of any description, not even a fluttering duster.

Chef is a genius outside the kitchen as well as in, and only allows his Gallic temper to best his intellect under the most provoking of circumstances. He rapidly inspected the ropes by which the future meal had been suspended, found they had been carefully untied, then sought out me out to protest in the strongest terms that his culinary magnificence was sabotaged by une certaine entité inconnue!

Not only did I grieve for the shocking loss of the turkeys, but my stout heart quailed at the thought of Chef so put-upon, so unhappy, so ready to accept another position, when my sisters-in-law were coming aboard.  I flew into action, raising the alarm and calling all hands to search for the missing meal!

There was no need, as it unfolded. Chef and I charged off to search the family quarters and came upon Adolphus, laughing madly, peering around a corner.  I must explain that Chef has not trusted young Adolphus since the unfortunate Crab Incident (which in all honestly was not his fault!) and so, giving a mighty howl of rage, he flew around the corner at speed.

Read the conclusion here!