Whenever you speak / write about a creative person, it is worth looking into their back-catalogue to see if any puns etc can be made. In this case connecting the titles of Dickens' books with chickens readily produces several.
Here also we find a new theory of the dinosaur extinction, a bit of football and a reference to Charles Dickens denying his wide parting by overcompensating with his flamboyant facial hair.
Yes, Wayne scored with a fantastic opportunist snap shot. Well, well, I didn't even know he had a camera.
You know when your dog farts in his sleep, is woken up by the terrible smell and looks at you with that accusing 'Who the heck did that' look on his face?
That's got to be the key to the mysterious extinction of the dinosaurs. When they became vegetarians, if they were consuming tons of cabbage and sprouts they'd expunge huge volumes of methane into the atmosphere.
And it'd only take one of them to strike a match and you'd have dinosaur Armageddon.
It was the best of times, it was the bratwurst of times.
Mr and Mrs Edwin Egge scrambled to financial security by setting up as battery chicken farmers.
They had 'Great Ex-peck-tations' when they started 'Beak House' and filled it with chickens laying eggs left right and centre. But the Mystery of Edwin's Brood was how two young chickens evaded the top-level security and escaped.
You can read all about it in Charles Chickens' 'Tale of Two Chickies.'