Chicken Little

The Story you will be listening to today is Chicken-Little and is being read to you by Christina. One day Chicken-Little had gone to sleep under a rose-bush, and a cow reached over the fence and bit off the top of the rose-bush. The noise woke up Chicken-little, and just as she woke a rose-leaf fell on her tail. “Squawk! Squawk!” cried Chicken-little, “the sky is falling!”; and away she ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She ran until she came to the barnyard, and there was Henny-penny rustling in the dust of the barnyard. “Oh, Henny-penny, don’t rustle—run, run!” cried Chicken-little. “The sky is falling.” The hen stopped rustling. “How do you know that Chicken-little?” asked Henny-penny. “I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my tail. Oh, let us run, run, until we get some place.” “Quawk! Quawk,” cried the hen, and she began to run, and Chicken-little ran after her. They ran till they came to the duck-pond, and there was Ducky-lucky just going in for a swim. “Oh, Ducky-lucky! Ducky-lucky! don’t try to swim,” cried Henny-penny. “The sky is falling” “How do you know that, Henny-penny?” asked Ducky-lucky. “Chicken-little told me.” “How do you know that, Chicken-little?” “Why shouldn’t I know it? I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my tail. Oh, let us run, run until we get some place.” “Yes, we had better run,” quacked Ducky-lucky, and away he waddled with Henny-penny, and Chicken-little after him. They ran and ran till they came to a green meadow, and there was Goosey-loosey eating the green grass. “Oh, Goosey-loosey, Goosey-loosey, don’t eat; run, run,” cried Ducky-lucky. “Why should I run?” asked Goosey-loosey. “Because the sky is falling!.” “How do you know that, Ducky-lucky?” “Henny-penny told me.” “How do you know that, Henny-penny?” “Chicken-little told me.” “How do you know that, Chicken-little?” “Because I saw it with my eyes, and heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my tail. Oh, let us run, run some place.” “Yes, we’d better run,” cried Goosey-loosey. Away they all ran, Goosey-loosey at the head of them, and they ran and ran until they came to the turkey-yard, and there was Turkey-lurkey strutting and gobbling. “Oh, Turkey-lurkey! don’t strut! Don’t strut!” cried Goosey-loosey. “Why should I not strut?” asked Turkey-lurkey. “Because the sky is falling” “How do you know it is?” Why “Ducky-lucky told me!” “How do you know, Ducky-lucky?” “Henny-penny told me!” “How do you know, Henny-penny?” “Chicken-little told me!” “How do you know, Chicken-little?” “I couldn’t help knowing! I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and a part of it fell on my tail. Oh, let us run, run until we get some place.” “Yes, we’d better run,” said Turkey-lurkey, so away they all ran, first Turkey-lurkey, and then Goosey-loosey, and then Ducky-lucky, and then Henny-penny, and then Chicken-little. They ran and ran until they came to Foxy-loxy’s house, and there was Foxy-loxy lying in the doorway and yawning until his tongue curled up in his mouth. When he saw Turkey-lurkey and Goosey-loosey and Ducky-lucky and Henny-penny and Chicken-little he stopped yawning, and pricked up his ears, and he was very glad to see them. “Well, well,” said he, “and what brings you all here?” “Oh, Foxy-loxy, don’t yawn,” cried Turkey-lurkey, “the sky is falling” “How do you know that, Turkey-lurkey?” asked the fox. “Goosey-loosey told me.” “How do you know that, Goosey-loosey?” “Ducky-lucky told me.” “How do you know that, Ducky-lucky?” “Henny-penny told me.” “How do you know that, Henny-penny?” “Chicken-little told me.” “How do you know that, Chicken-little?” “I couldn’t help knowing, for I saw it with my eyes, and I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my tail. Oh, where shall we run? We ought to go some place.” “Well,” said the Fox, “you come right in here, and I’ll take such good care of you that even if the sky falls down you won’t know anything about it.” So in ran Turkey-lurkey, and Foxy-loxy put him in the big room, and shut the door. In ran Goosey-loosey, and he put him in the little room, and shut the door. In ran Ducky-lucky, and he put him in the cellar, and shut the door. In ran Henny-penny, and he put her in the attic, and shut the door. And finally in ran Chicken little, and Foxy-loxy kept him right there in the room with him. And what happened to them after that I don’t know, but nobody ever saw them again; if the sky really fell, I never heard about it. They were only a pack of silly birds, anyway. THE END