The Fox and the Silly Hens
The yard buzzed with chicken activity. “Cluck, cluck, cluck!” They pecked at scattered grains, scratched in the dirt, and diligently hunted for tasty bugs and worms. Life was simple, routine, and chicken-y.
Suddenly, a flash of red! A sly, red fox appeared at the edge of the fence, his eyes gleaming. She spotted the chickens, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
“Hello, beautiful chickens!” the fox sang in a smooth, unctuous voice.
“Hello, you, unknown red beast!” the chickens clucked back, a little nervously.
“Let’s come live with me,” the fox coaxed, his voice dripping with sweetness. “Around my house, there are green, emerald lawns. And the ground is teeming with countless, juicy worms!
She spread his paws wide. “And what a spacious hut I have! Not like your old chicken coop. The kitchen alone is *this* big!”
The chickens exchanged excited clucks. “Let’s go, of course, let’s go!” they agreed eagerly. “Let’s live in faraway lands and graze on emerald lawns! Let’s gobble up those fat bugs and worms and live in a huge, spacious hut!”
Just then, a rooster, Silver Spurs Scarlet Comb, strutted out of the henhouse. His feathers gleamed in the sun.
“Where are you going, beautiful girls?” Silver Spurs Scarlet Comb asked, his voice sharp and menacing.
“Well,” one of the hens chirped, ‘this never-before-seen red beast is inviting us to live in his faraway lands! He says there are green, emerald lawns all around his house, and countless worms in the ground! And his hut is so spacious, not like our old henhouse. And the kitchen is *this* big!” She too, spread her wings wide.
The rooster peered over to see this ‘never-before-seen red beast.” And who should it be? A fox!
Silver Spurs Scarlet Comb was an old, experienced rooster. He knew that sly, red-haired rogue all too well.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo! Help! Fox! Polkan to the rescue!” rooster crowed with all his might.
Immediately, a dog named Polkan, the yard’s loyal guard dog, came barreling toward the sound of rooster’s call. He saw the fox and, with a mighty bark, pounced! The fox yelped in surprise, and red fur flew as he tried to escape. The fox barely managed to scramble away, fleeing for his life.
Panting, Silver Spurs Scarlet Comb turned to the hens. “Well, beautiful girls,” he said, shaking his head, ‘are you telling me the kitchen of this ‘exotic beast,’ this ‘unseen beast,’ is so huge?”
“And what big pots are in that kitchen! Did you see?”.
Silver Spurs Scarlet Spurs sighed. “You silly, silly hens. You should be thanking Polkan that you didn’t end up in those pots!
