Josephine and Napoleon Josephine strutted round the farmyard, her tail feathers stood proudly erect , the beautiful red comb that adorned her head stood tall. Back and forth she walked as though on a catwalk. (French) “Oh do get out of the way Antoinette, can’t you not see that I’m practicing my walk for when the Emperor arrives!” she clucked crossly, swaggering from side to side as she trod carefully on the cobble stones. ( Scouse ) “O-o- o, get her girls.” Antoinette the little red hen clucked, opening her left wing and bowing low before the speckled hen, “and what makes you think that he’s going to take a second look at you. Just because you have a red and gold ring on yer leg, you think you’re the bee’s knees…. that’s if bees do have knees of course!” (Jordie) “Way aye man of course they have knees, Antoin, otherwise why would we say it?” Connie said scratching the ground… which created a dust bath… which caused poor Josephine to start coughing, which had the adverse effect of making her tail droop. (French) “Oh Constance, how could you.” she spluttered, (French) “look what you’ve done now, my poor tail feathers, what will le Nappy say when he espies them, I am surely undone!” she exclaimed with a sniff and a hiccup which all but finished off the tail feathers completely.