Our story starts off simply, Rolf is sleeping in his shack with his animals, a pastime he often takes part in as the son of a shepherd is expected to. Rolf's parents come into the shack and ask him if he's going to milk the cows, and Rolf looks up at them his eyes watering. Rolf's parents are shocked!
"Why do your eyes make like the leaky well?" Rolf's father asks in broken English, kneeling beside him, "You know that this solves nothing, Rolfy. Tell us what's the problem." Rolf reluctantly looked up into his father's eyes. In a fluid motion, Rolf pressed his father's lips against his own (Kissing the parents on the lips is more common in Rolf's old country!).
"I'm sorry father, I should be banished from this yard for the sins I've committed today…"
Rolf's father looked at him again, puzzled, "Rolf, why do you speak in such a way?"
"Father, I have done something that cannot be forgiven," he sweeped the hay off the ground to reveal the grotesque corpse of a chicken, which lay in a pool of blood and tears. Its head poked out of a small puddle nearby.
Rolf's father was taken aback at the gruesome sight, his lips pressing together to form a tight grimace. However, he quickly composed himself. "Rolf, please tell us what happened, put an end to this madness."
Rolf felt shame in what had become of his father's prized cock. "Father, this is the work of one of the Ed boys, I know it… I was asleep and they always pull this type of mischief. If only I had heard Bridget's screams, I could have perhaps spared her the pain. I have no right to the title of 'Son of a Shepherd'..."
Rolf's father stood up and picked up what remained of Bridget. "Rolf, you find this poacher, and I will take care of the rest." As Rolf's parents exited the room, Rolf could see his father begin to tear up for the first time in his life, and he soon furiously followed. His angered footsteps soon began to shake the cul-de-sac as he made his way to his first destination.