Chicken Upheaval

Today I was the one who called Heinz and Gertrud. I wanted to tell them about chicken on sale at their local grocer. I called after eleven in the morning and Gertrud answered the phone. I asked to speak to Heinz about where to get the cheap chicken to which Gertrud replied that she was worried about Heinz. He had not gotten out of bed yet, though he is usually up quite early. So she had put on the news, in an effort to rouse him out of bed, but he didn't come down the stairs yet. She was pretty worried. News is one of Heinz' big things in life. He lives and breathes it. So when he didn't respond to the sound of the news coming from the living room, Gertrud thought something must be wrong with Heinz.
It hadn't occured to her to just listen at his bedroom door for his snoring, which he does quite loudly I might add and has led to separate bedrooms, or to gently knock on his door to see if he was o.k.
I told her to go to his room and check on him, to which she got quite panic strucken and asked me not to hang up while she checked on him. I was just a little amused at her though I was a curious why Heinz would still be in bed at such a late hour. So into his room she went, while I could hear her footsteps on the phone. The next thing I hear is: "Heinz, get up! Bine is on the phone. She says you have to go get chicken!"
I almost fainted. Poor Heinz was being roused out of bed in such a wild way. I was worried he might get a heart attack. She certainly hadn't approached him gently, like I had envisioned and with that she thrust the phone into his hands and I had a confused Heinz on the line. " Ahh what is this about chicken?" he replied all puzzled sounding trying to wake up.
So I explained that the local grocer had whole chicken on sale for $2.18 a kg and that they were nice looking chickens of which I had bought 2 the previous day and cooked one up to find they were delicously tender. The sale ended tomorrow and if he wanted some, he would need to get to the store today sometime. With that the conversation was mostly done and I went by in the early afternoon just to pick up a check for part of Gertud's mobility scooter.
I arrived just in time to see Heinz top the hill on his bicycle. I called out to him before he would take off and I wouldn't get a chance to say hello to him. I asked him where he was off to, to which he replied that he was going to the mail and picking up the chicken at the same time. "But Papa," I said," The chicken is in the other direction."
He was heading to the wrong end of town for the chicken thinking the sale was at another grocery store. I was glad that I had caught him in time to save him the confusion at the store. He was happy I had cleared up the confusion and jumped onto his bike, rucksack on his bike, peddling with the vigor of a 20 year old. I just watched him in amazement, hoping that I might be blessed with such energy at his age some day.
Later in the day I called back to see if Heinz's chicken mission had been accomplished without further incident and Gertrud happily explained that yes, Heinz had returned home with three chickens and had proudly shown them to her. Three chickens for under four dollars each. What a feat!