by Treadwell » Fri Jan 30, 2004 8:26 pm
A naked Treadwell stood in his bathroom and stared at the big yellow chicken suit--no, costume!--that he held in front of himself. Somewhere between being puzzled and giddy, Tready found himself squirming into the thing with many a giggle. As the last of the yellow buttons were pushed tight, Treadwell made a discovery. . . .
It almost fit. A little burst of wintry magic--chilly, yes, but perfectly normal for him, now--appropriately resized the thing, and there Aloisius Treadwell stood, looking very much like a big, obese, yellow-feathered, orangey-beaked and legged chicken from head to toe. There was, of course, a sufficient hole for his face (although that big orange beak did hang down quite beautifully and floppily over his pudgy shnozz), and his hands fit wonderfully inside the ends of his "wings." His feet were even appropriately covered with tough, durable leather fashioned into a good copy of chicken feet and dyed something between orange and goldenrod.
Ahhhhhh. With another giddy sort of giggle, Treadwell started shuffling 'round his house, getting used to the feathers sticking up at his rump and the new delightfully snug fit of the suit. Leave it to Treadwell to enjoy this. Leave it to Treadwell to consider making an appearance in town as such.