Chicken Little Let me tell you a story about a chicken.
His name is Chicken Little.
He lives in a normal little chicken house in a normal little town.
Chicken Little is neither tall nor short.
He is neither fat nor thin.
He is neither smart nor stupid.
He is a completely normal chicken.
One completely normal morning.
Chicken little is eating his breakfast in the kitchen.
He sees a terrifying story with a terrifying headline.
It says, the sky is falling.
He is so scared that he drops his toast into his coffee.
Plop, the sky is falling, the sky is falling.
Shout's chicken l- little.
First, he emails the story to 1,000 of his closest friends, then runs down the road to warn everyone else.
The first person he meets on the road is Gwen the Hen.
She is coming from the supermarket.
Good morning, Chicken Little!" says Gwen the hen.
I saw it on the internet, says Chicken Little.
It must be true!" says Gwen.
And so chicken little and Gwen the hen run down the road towards the pond.
When they reach the pond, they meet Chuck the Duck.
Hello you too, says Chuck the Duck.
The sky is falling, the sky is falling.
Say chicken little and gwen the hen together.
asks I saw it on the internet!" says Chicken Little.
Oh, now, it must be true!
So Chicken Little, go in the hen and chuck the duck run down the road towards the farm.
When they reach the farm, they meet briefly.
He is reading poetry to Percy the Pigeon.
We saw it on the internet.
Goodness gracious, it must be true.
Says Bruce, there is no time to read poetry now.
And Chicken Little, Gwen the Hen, Chuck the Duck, Bruce the Goose, and Percy the Pigeon run down the road towards the town.
On the Main Street, they meet Fred the Fox.
He's sitting at a cafe, riding on his laptop.
The sky is falling, the sky is falling!
With the words of the internet!
Well then, it must be true, says the fox.
But don't worry, friends, I know the perfect place to hide, follow me.
Tread the fox leads everyone through the village, down the road, across the field, and up a hill.
At the top of the hill is a big, dark, cave.
Come in, come in, says Fred the Fox.
There is enough room for everybody.
The sky won't fall on us here.
And so, one by one, Chicken Little and all of his friends follow the fox into the cave.
The next morning, Chicken Little and his friends have disappeared.
We don't know for sure, but I will tell you one thing.
He has a big, round belly.
Idiots, he says, and he sits under a tree, gets his laptop, and begins to write again.
