A BURNING LIGHT

Beau came to my house with a small raw hen and a pipe cannon larger than any he had made before. He obviously was excited about what he had planned for the hen and the pipe cannon. The hen was not big and could fit in his hand. Beau said he saw the butchered hen in the market and bought this bird already eviscerated, beheaded, and plucked. His mind quickly imagined it as a projectile and found a pipe for it to fit snugly in. He wanted to shoot it towards town... We started laughing in anticipation. I created a cape and tied it to where its neck had been. Beau created a parachute for the hen.