The chicken went across easy peasy without so much as a cluck. He rowed back. The chicken blinked at him on the shore in some chicken variant of Morse code.
“What? What is it chicken?”
The blinking, scratching and head bobbing went on. Wally shrugged.
Returning to the first bank, he untied the lion and coaxed him into the little boat.
The boat started pitching, upsetting the hungry lion.
The chicken froze, fearful.
The authorities found the empty boat downstream.
Picture prompt from Josh Mosey.