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Ernie, I've been a fan of your site from the first time I stumbled upon it. I have always been a bit of a prankster and enjoy a good laugh. To that end, let me share one with you. I work with a retired police officer who is working a second career. After months of trying to coordinate things so that he could work in our office, the beaurocrats won and he ended up assigned to another office across town. He was not very happy and his new co-workers knew it. To welcome him, they gave him, of all things, a rubber chicken. Not just any rubber chicken but one with bunny ears, cotton tail and a pink bikini with white polka dots...oh ya, and hooker shoes. He was elated to receive the gift. He is big on comoradere and being given a gift like this helped him feel that he was part of the new office.

Then, the fateful day came...Henrietta, as she had come to be known, was chicken napped by an unknown perpetrator. He was livid. He became so difficult to work with, people started calling and emailing me (at the time, I was not involved) thinking I had done it. It seems I had already developed a bit of a reputation for my pranks. While I did not know who did it, I quickly got onboard with the prank. From a computer, I sent him a text message to his work cell phone. I identified myself only as "The Colonel" and said I had Henrietta and would be keeping her until such time as I saw fit to return her. It was anonymous and he had no way to trace who sent it. He called (******) and told them he was in law enforcement and he needed to know where the text originated from and he needed to know immediately. He was informed that it would cost him $50 or a subpoena. Being a tight wad and not really willing to file a report on a kidnapped rubber chicken, he seethed further. At one point, someone tried to replace Henrietta with a substitute but this one had a purple one piece with white polka dots, no ears, no tail and no hooker shoes. He became crazed, trying everything he could think of to figure out what had happened. Suddenly, in the dark of night, his second chicken was spirited out of the office. Then, the anonymous pictures started rolling in (by this time, I had somehow ended up with Henrietta). First there were pictures of Henrietta at local landmarks, then out of town, then out of state. The pictures were sent via dozens of emails over a 6 month period of time. There were about 20 people, him included, who were contacted from a mysterious gmail account under the name of KFCXTRAKRISPY and signed by "The Colonel". At one point, he sent this pleading email to “The Colonel”:

Colonel, I will be out of town for 4 weeks. If you have a shred of decency left in your all white meat body then you will find a way to reunite me with my friend while I am away. I am fully aware of your prowess and stealth in these matters and am also fully aware that you could make reunification happen while I am at the school if you want. My heart has been broken for so long that it has turned to a cold, hardened mass of stone. Please help return it to the soft, mushy mess it used to be before it is too late. I beseech you to intervene with the evil perpetrators of this diabolical undertaking and help make it right. There might even be a cigar in it for you. Poder el pollo dios haber conmiseracion encendido tus animo.

This prank lasted several months. With every email he became increasingly grumpy but ultimately, Henrietta was returned with great fanfare. We frequented a Viet Namese place that served greqt Pho'. I got there 45 minutes early and let the owner in on the gag. He agreed to purposely make my friend wait till everyone else was served and started eating. Then he and his entire staff brought Henrietta out on a platter with parsley and onions (my friend hated both). Attached are some of the photos. BeirutVet