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This is Chicken Little Story. Chicken Little is a little chicken who always had a solution for everything. One day, Chicken Little was playing in the yard under the maple tree when a squirrel rushed by with his arm full of acorns and one of these acorns fell and hit Chicken Little right WHACK! at the middle of the head. Then, the acorn bounced back into the hole in the tree leaving no evidence that it was ever there. Read more about Chicken Little!
Then, the acorn bounced back into the hole in the tree leaving no evidence that it was ever there in the first place. Chicken Little looked around; she looked up, she looked down, and she looked all around. But she couldn’t put her finger on what hit on her head. Chicken Little always had an answer for everything and so she thought for a while and came to a conclusion that the sky must be falling down. This made Chicken Little very afraid. And so she thought to inform the King.
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She packed up some of the things that she needed into the bandana and tied it to the end of the stick, threw it onto the shoulder, and hit the road. On her way, she met Cocky Locky who stopped her and asked what was the issue. She told him, “I was sitting under the tree when the piece of the sky fell and hit me right on the head!” Cocky Locky also got worried. He joined Chicken Little and they both headed to the King’s castle.
Soon, they met Ducky Daddles on their way. Ducky Daddles asked, “Why are you both in so much hurry?” They both told the incident that had happened with Chicken Little. They said, “You haven’t heard the sky is falling! A big piece fell on Chicken Little and almost squashed her.” Ducky Daddles was very scared and so he, too, joined them to tell the King the very important news. You may also like, The Bear And The Bees.
They only made it halfway when they met Goosey Loosey.
Goosey Loosey asked, “Hey, what’s the matter? You look stressed!” Ducky Daddles explained the whole incident to the Goosey Loosey. Goosey Loosey thought that they would be needing some protection as the King’s castle was quite far, And so, the four friends traveled to the castle. They spread the news where they traveled. They traveled over the river, through the woods, passed grandmother’s house, and all the way to the King’s castle.
When they got there, the King was very surprised to see them. “What are all of you doing here?” the King asked. They told the King, “The world is ending!” They revised the complete incident in front of the King as proof. But, the King wanted to see the piece of the sky they were talking about. But Chicken Little didn’t have it. “How can you say that it was a piece of sky?” Also read, The Magic Porridge Pot Story.
“How can you say that it was a piece of sky? It could be anything!” concluded the King. Chicken Little replied, “There was nothing above me except for the tree, and there was nothing on the ground when I got hit and I always have answers for everything.
So, the only thing above me was the sky.” The King was not ready to agree with them. And so, the King traveled back with Chicken Little to take a look at the tree under which she was sitting that day.
They waited around for a while when a squirrel came running by and yelled down to them, “Hey guys, did you see my acorn I dropped yesterday?” All of them started to investigate. And finally, when Chicken Little checked the hole inside the tree, she saw a missing acorn. The squirrel was happy. Chicken Little was happy.
Chicken Little learned that the sky was not falling and that sometimes it’s okay to not know all of the answers.
Here is a visual depiction of, “Chicken Little Story”. See the video story below,
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Chicken Little (Text, Audio + Video)
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 likes toast with butter and coffee with cream.)
He is reading the internet. 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!” shouts Chicken Little. “I have to warn everyone!”
First, he emails the story to one-thousand 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. “Where are you going? Why are you so scared?”
“The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” says Chicken Little.
“Really? How do you know?” asks Gwen.
“I saw it on the internet!” says Chicken Little.
“Holy moly! It must be true!” says Gwen. “Let's go!”
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. He is having a bath.
“Hello, you two!” says Chuck the Duck. “Where are you going? Why are you so scared?”
“The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” say Chicken Little and Gwen the Hen together.
“Really? How do you know?” asks Chuck.
“I saw it on the internet!” says Chicken Little.
“Oh no! It must be true!” says Chuck. “Let’s go!”
So Chicken Little, Gwen the Hen, and Chuck the Duck run down the road towards the farm.
When they reach the farm they meet Bruce the Goose. He is reading poetry to Percy the pigeon.
“Hello everyone!” says Bruce the Goose. “Where are you going? Why are you so scared?”
“The sky is falling. THE SKY IS FALLING!” everyone yells.
“Really? How do you know?” asks Percy the pigeon.
“WE SAW IT ON THE INTERNET!!” they all say.
“Goodness gracious! It must be true!” says Bruce. “There is no time to read poetry now. Let's go!”
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 is sitting at a cafe, writing on his laptop.
“Hello everyone!” says Fred the Fox. “Where are you going? Why are you so scared?”
“THE SKY IS FALLING! THE SKYYYY IS FAAALLLLING!” everyone yells.
“Really? How do you know?” asks Fred.
“WE SAW IT ON THE INTERNET!!!!” they all shout.
“Wow! Well then it must be true!” says the fox.
“But don’t worry, friends, I know the perfect place to hide. Follow me!”
Fred 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. We are safe.”
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. The cave is empty.
Where did they go? We don’t know for sure. But I will tell you one thing: Fred the Fox is very happy. He has a big, round belly.
“Idiots,” he says. And he sits under a tree, gets his laptop, and begins to write again.
Chicken on poles - Prishvin M.M. The story about the chicken Queen of Spades.
In the spring, the neighbors gave us four goose eggs, and we put them in the nest of our black hen, called the Queen of Spades.
The proper days for incubation passed, and the Queen of Spades brought forth four yellow geese. They squeaked and whistled in a completely different way than chickens, but the Queen of Spades, important, ruffled, did not want to notice anything and treated the goslings with the same motherly care as to chickens.
Spring passed, summer came, dandelions appeared everywhere. Young geese, if their necks are extended, become almost taller than their mother, but still follow her. Sometimes, however, the mother digs up the ground with her paws and calls the geese, and they take care of the dandelions, poke their noses and let the fluffs fly into the wind. Then the Queen of Spades begins to glance in their direction, as it seems to us, with some degree of suspicion. Sometimes, fluffy for hours, with a cluck, she digs, and at least they have something: they just whistle and peck at the green grass. It happens that the dog wants to go somewhere past her - where is it! He will throw himself at the dog and drive him away.
And then he looks at the geese, sometimes he looks thoughtfully ...
We began to follow the hen and wait for such an event - after which she would finally realize that her children do not even look like chickens at all and it is not worth it, risking their lives, to rush to the dogs because of them.
And then one day this event happened in our yard. A sunny June day, saturated with the aroma of flowers, has come. Suddenly the sun went dark and the rooster crowed.
— Whoa, whoa! - the hen answered the rooster, calling her goslings under a canopy.
- Father, what a cloud it finds! the hostesses shouted and rushed to save the hanging linen. Thunder roared, lightning flashed.
— Whoa, whoa! the Queen of Spades insisted.
And the young geese, raising their necks high like four pillars, followed the hen under the shed. It was amazing for us to watch how, at the order of the hen, four decent, tall, like the hen itself, caterpillars formed into small things, crawled under the hen, and she, fluffing her feathers, spreading her wings over them, covered them and warmed them with her motherly warmth.
But the storm didn't last long. The cloud broke, went away, and the sun shone again over our little garden.
When the rain stopped from the roofs and different birds began to sing, the goslings under the hen heard it, and they, young, of course, wanted to be free.
— Free, free! they whistled.
— Whoa, whoa! the chicken replied. And that meant:
- Sit a little, it's still very fresh.
- Here's more! the goslings whistled. - Free, free! And suddenly they got up on their feet and lifted their necks, and the chicken rose, as if on four pillars, and swayed in the air high from the ground. It was from this time that everything ended for the Queen of Spades with the geese: she began to walk separately, and the geese separately; it was evident that only then did she understand everything, and for the second time she no longer wanted to get on the poles.
(Ill.
I. Tsygankov)
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Chicken on poles - Prishvin M.M. The story about the chicken Queen of Spades.
A story about a hen, called the Queen of Spades, who was given four goose eggs to hatch. The goslings hatched, and the hen raised and guarded them as her chickens. But one day she realized that these were not her children.
In the spring, the neighbors gave us four goose eggs, and we put them in the nest of our black hen, called the Queen of Spades. The proper days for incubation passed, and the Queen of Spades brought forth four yellow geese. They squeaked and whistled in a completely different way than chickens, but the Queen of Spades, important, ruffled, did not want to notice anything and treated the goslings with the same motherly care as to chickens.
Spring passed, summer came, dandelions appeared everywhere. Young geese, if their necks are extended, become almost taller than their mother, but still follow her. Sometimes, however, the mother digs up the ground with her paws and calls the geese, and they take care of the dandelions, poke their noses and let the fluffs fly into the wind. Then the Queen of Spades begins to glance in their direction, as it seems to us, with some degree of suspicion. Sometimes, fluffy for hours, with a cluck, she digs, and at least they have something: they just whistle and peck at the green grass. It happens that the dog wants to go somewhere past her - where is it! He will throw himself at the dog and drive him away. And then he looks at the geese, sometimes he looks thoughtfully ...
We began to follow the hen and wait for such an event - after which she would finally realize that her children do not even look like chickens at all and it is not worth it, risking their lives, to rush to dogs because of them.
And then one day this event happened in our yard. A sunny June day, saturated with the aroma of flowers, has come. Suddenly the sun went dark and the rooster crowed.
- Whoa, whoa! - the hen answered the rooster, calling her goslings under a canopy.
- Father, what a cloud it finds! the hostesses shouted and rushed to save the hanging linen. Thunder roared, lightning flashed.
- Whoa, whoa! the Queen of Spades insisted.
And the young geese, lifting their necks high like four pillars, followed the hen under the shed. It was amazing for us to watch how, at the order of the hen, four decent, tall, like the hen itself, caterpillars formed into small things, crawled under the hen, and she, fluffing her feathers, spreading her wings over them, covered them and warmed them with her motherly warmth.
But the storm did not last long. The cloud broke, went away, and the sun shone again over our little garden.
When the rain stopped from the roofs and different birds began to sing, the goslings under the chicken heard it, and they, young, of course, wanted to be free.
