Authors: Keith Graves
“I don’t think elephants eat acorns,” said the little rooster.
“I heard they only eat popcorn,” clucked the small chicken.
“Maybe he’s not an elephant,” clucked the smaller chicken.
The smallest chicken looked closely at the big, humongous chick.
“Ah, my mistake,” she peeped.
“A squirrel?” thought the big humongous chick.
Later on, the smallest chicken was pecking for worms when a raindrop splatted on top of her head.
“The sky is leaking!” she peeped. “We’ll all drown! Run for your lives!”
And the chickens ran for their lives again.
“Relax,” said the big, humongous chick.
“It’s only rain. Come stand under my wings and you will stay dry.”
“I’ve never seen a squirrel do that,” crowed the little rooster.
“Not very squirrel-ish at all,” clucked the small chicken.
“Squirrels don’t keep you dry in the rain,” clucked the smaller chicken.
“I see what you’re saying,” peeped the smallest chicken.
“These are not bright chickens,” thought the big chick.
After a while, a chilly wind began to blow.
“Someone has put the world in the refrigerator!” peeped the smallest chicken. “We’re all going to freeze!”
But they didn’t get far.
“Don’t panic,” said the big, humongous chick.
“It is only the north wind. Stand behind me and I will protect you.”
The chickens all felt much better.
“An umbrella would have turned inside out in this wind,” crowed the little rooster.
“He’s not inside out as far as I can tell,” clucked the small chicken.
“I’m all warm and comfy now,” clucked the smaller chicken.
“Only one thing makes me feel this way,” peeped the smallest chicken.
“Plainly, this fellow is…a sweater!"
“This is getting ridiculous,” thought the big, humongous chick.