I wouldn't have minded being bound and gagged in a basement - just for some peace and quiet. My wife was up the spout again. My daughter had grown into a mix between Suri Cruise and a Chucky doll. And one or two other chickens - well, birds - were coming home to roost.
Suddenly, I realized what I had to do - go and get Fionn back.
Except what I didn't realize was that Unganga Nanga was no country for old tens.