Barbeque chicken...Charlotte?

Bernard v:

"I've not been too well lately. In fact the other week I felt so poorly I didn't eat for about five days. I'd bought a ready cooked barbeque chicken though, so I asked my neighbour if he'd like to have it for his dog.

He said 'sure' and asked me to just throw it over the I did.

Terry from next door keeps chickens and they wandered over to take a look. They clustered around to look at the chicken steaming in the sunlight. Then they looked at each other. I could almost hear their words.

'Is anyone missing?'

'Has anyone seen Charotte lately?'

Just then Terry's dog ran up and cantered off with the chicken. The other chickens hid behind their coop. They may still be there."