Poor, poor Chicken Pants

Poor, poor Chicken Pants, how he longs for a friend. Man pants, chicken beak, chicken feet, heart of gold, our old dear friend shuffles along the darkened street. He is alone. And it is quiet. All quiet on a lonesome night. Chicken Pants scratches one clawed foot in the dirt. He looks up at the moon. Looks back down at the ground. He longs to scratch his beak-ed nose, but has no hands to do it. Chicken Pants has never "touched hands" with anyone. He kicks a pebble and listens as it rolls into the darkness. "What am I for?" He says to the moon. "What is my purpose?" He asks again, his voice growing softer. And in the quietest moment of all, he whispers,"bok... bok bok?" And his words are swept away with the wind.

In the Beginning ...

In the beginning there was a lonely half chicken, half pants man wandering the earth. While he pursued a life of pleasure, he was lacking in self-confidence, and a means of drinking wine out of the glass. Along came Pepper Hands. She alone could help him. Armed with straws (as she too had trouble with the glass) and the compassion of a Nun, Pepper Hands set out to befriend our dear Hero. What would follow is, and always will be ... The ADVENTURES of ... Chicken Pants and Pepper Hands!!!!!