Chicken Little

Read by Kim Dickens

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"Chicken Little"
One day, Chicken Little was picking up corn in the yard when - whack! - an acorn hit her on the head. "Goodness me!" said Chicken Little. "The sky is falling! I must go tell the king."

So she went along until she met the rooster, Cocky-locky. "Where are you going, Chicken Little?" he asked.

"I'm going to tell the King the sky's falling," said Chicken Little.

"May I come with you?" Cocky-locky asked, and they went off together to tell the king.

They continued along until they met Ducky-daddles. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"We're going to tell the king the sky is falling!" said Chicken Little and Cocky-locky.

"May I come with you?" Ducky-daddles asked, and they all went off together.
Soon, they met Goosey-poosey, who also asked where they were going.

"We're going to tell the King the sky is falling," said Chicken Little and Cocky-locky and Ducky-daddles.

"May I come with you?" Goosey-poosey asked, and so they all went off together.
Down the road, they met Turkey-lurkey, and told him they were off to tell the king the sky was falling. He, too, asked to come along, and so Chicken Little, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey all set off together.

Next, they met Foxy-woxy. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"We're going to tell the King the sky is falling," said Chicken Little.

"Oh," said Foxy-woxy. "This isn't the way to the king. I'll show you how to get there."

And so, Chicken Little, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey all followed Foxy-woxy until they came to a dark and narrow hole. This was the door of Foxy-woxy's cave. But he said to Chicken Little, "This is the short cut to the King's palace. Follow me."

Just as Chicken Little and the others were about to go into the fox's hole, they heard a strange sound and stopped. It was the king's hunting dogs, growling and howling.

How Foxy Woxy ran, across the meadows and through the forests, with the hounds close behind.

Happy to escape from the wicked old fox, Chicken Little and his friends continued on to the beautiful palace of the wise old king.

"Good king," they all shouted, when they were brought before him. "We've come to warn you that the sky is falling!"

"How do you know?" asked the king.

"Because a piece of it fell on my head!" said Chicken Little.

"Come nearer, Chicken Little," said the king, and he leaned from his throne to pick an acorn from the feathers of Chicken Little's head.

"You see," said the king. "It was only a little acorn and not piece of the sky at all. Go home and don't worry. The sky could never fall. Only the rain falls from the sky."

And so, weary but wiser, the little feathered folks left the palace and started on their long journey home.