Chicken Little had finished her breakfast, poured herself a coffee and opened her laptop to check the news. Soon her eyes lit on a frightening headline:

THE SKY IS FALLING!

The story cited a number of scientific research papers, explained by important scientists. Chicken Little’s anxiety increased as she read. Finally she could sit no longer. She jumped up and ran out into the barnyard, flapping her wings and squawking “The sky is falling!” “The sky is falling!”

Most of the barnyard creatures barely looked up from the things they were doing. Those who did said things like:

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Why should I care?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Nevertheless, there was a duck, a goose and a turkey who took the time to listen to Chicken Little, and they said: “If you read it on the internet, it must be true. We need to go and warn the king. Surely he will be able to do something to stop the sky from falling.”

So they set off down the road to find the king, all squawking, quacking, honking and gobbling the warning: “The sky is falling!” “The sky is falling!”

After several hours they met a fox who asked, “What is it that has made you ladies so alarmed?”

The explained the message of impending doom. “Chicken Little read it on the internet and we are going to talk to the king and implore him to do something to prevent it.”

“Hmm, that is very serious,” said the fox. “I will go with you and help you explain matters to the king.”

“But look, the evening has come and soon it will be dark. It won’t be safe for us to be on the road after dark.”

“I know just the thing. There is a place where we can be safe. Just follow me.”

So they left the road and followed the fox across the meadow and into the hills. He led them to a cave on the side of a high hill. “We will be safe here. If the sky falls in the night we will be protected here.” And they all happily settled down for the night.

The next morning, the fox is outside in the warm sunshine, sitting with his back against a tree and his laptop on his knees. But there is no sign of Chicken Little, or the duck, or the goose, or the turkey. What could have happened to them?

Take a closer look at the fox. His tummy is bulging, much bigger than it was last night. Do you suppose? Can it be? And what is he writing on his laptop?

Why, it is another story to post on the internet!