Dark, ominous, threatening clouds loomed overhead. The wind howled menacingly, and the trees creaked and bent in the wind. The rain pelted down, making small puddles on the pavement and soaking the ground. Three chickens, Bob, Bill, and Bruce, were hiding in their small coop. Suddenly, a blinding streak of lighting lit the dark night sky as a large BOOM sounded almost simultaneously.
“W-w-w-h–h-h-a-a-at w-a-a-s-s t-h-ha-at?” Bruce chattered.
“I-i-i a-a-m a-a-fraid o-off l-l-oud s-sounds,” Bob said.
“A-a-and b-b-right f-l-lashes o-o-ff l-l-light,” Bill added.
They were trembling with fear. Again, lightning struck, and the chickens cowered in the corner in terror. Huge gusts of wind began almost blew over the three chickens. Bruce felt the chicken coop sway in the wind.
“We can’t stay here! The coop is going to fall!” yelled Bruce.
“We are doomed!” yelled Bob.
Just then, a small rabbit, Pipkin, called to them. “Chickens! Follow me!”
Bob, Bill, and Bruce noticed their rabbit friend and followed Pipkin.
“I am taking you to my safe underground warren,” Pipkin explained breathlessly as he hopped as fast as he could. The three chickens waddled after him. Strong gusts of wind threatened to knock them over or carry them away, but they were able to stay on their feet. Soon after, there was a loud crash. The chickens knew it was the sound of their chicken coop collapsing. Pipkin brought them to the woods, where a colony of rabbits lived.
Unfortunately, a sly fox was lurking in the woods, hoping to catch his dinner in the storm. Soon, the fox noticed the rabbit. To his surprise, it was followed by three chickens.
“Looks like the rabbit brought some more dinner for me,” the fox said as he chuckled to himself.
Suddenly, the fox suddenly jumped out of the concealing bushes.
“Gotcha,” the fox said, making a huge splash as the rabbit and chickens jumped back in surprise.
“It’s a fox!! It’s a fox!!!!!” screamed Bob.
“RUN FOR YOUR LIVESSSSSS!” screamed Bill.
“You chicken-hearted, cowardly, weak, wimpy rooster. You’re gonna get eaten first,” sneered the fox, who was walking around the two chickens.
Then the brave Pipkin piped up. “You’re going to have to fight me before you can eat my friends.”
“I will fight as well,” said Bruce.
“Oh yeah? You think you can fight me, you puny creatures?” said the fox. “I am afraid of nothing, and king of everything!”
“Are you sure?” said Pipkin.
Almost instantly after a huge flash of lightning struck, and a tremendous BOOM followed.
“What was that?” said the fox, looking alarmed.
“That, Mr. Fox, was the sound of a bear,” Bruce lied.
“AHHHHHHHHHH! RUN! A BEAR!!!!” said the fox, scampering away as quickly as his legs could take him.
The three chickens and Pipkin hopped into the rabbit hole, safe and sound from the storm and the fox.
“W-w-w-h–h-h-a-a-at w-a-a-s-s t-h-ha-at?” Bruce chattered.
“I-i-i a-a-m a-a-fraid o-off l-l-oud s-sounds,” Bob said.
“A-a-and b-b-right f-l-lashes o-o-ff l-l-light,” Bill added.
They were trembling with fear. Again, lightning struck, and the chickens cowered in the corner in terror. Huge gusts of wind began almost blew over the three chickens. Bruce felt the chicken coop sway in the wind.
“We can’t stay here! The coop is going to fall!” yelled Bruce.
“We are doomed!” yelled Bob.
Just then, a small rabbit, Pipkin, called to them. “Chickens! Follow me!”
Bob, Bill, and Bruce noticed their rabbit friend and followed Pipkin.
“I am taking you to my safe underground warren,” Pipkin explained breathlessly as he hopped as fast as he could. The three chickens waddled after him. Strong gusts of wind threatened to knock them over or carry them away, but they were able to stay on their feet. Soon after, there was a loud crash. The chickens knew it was the sound of their chicken coop collapsing. Pipkin brought them to the woods, where a colony of rabbits lived.
Unfortunately, a sly fox was lurking in the woods, hoping to catch his dinner in the storm. Soon, the fox noticed the rabbit. To his surprise, it was followed by three chickens.
“Looks like the rabbit brought some more dinner for me,” the fox said as he chuckled to himself.
Suddenly, the fox suddenly jumped out of the concealing bushes.
“Gotcha,” the fox said, making a huge splash as the rabbit and chickens jumped back in surprise.
“It’s a fox!! It’s a fox!!!!!” screamed Bob.
“RUN FOR YOUR LIVESSSSSS!” screamed Bill.
“You chicken-hearted, cowardly, weak, wimpy rooster. You’re gonna get eaten first,” sneered the fox, who was walking around the two chickens.
Then the brave Pipkin piped up. “You’re going to have to fight me before you can eat my friends.”
“I will fight as well,” said Bruce.
“Oh yeah? You think you can fight me, you puny creatures?” said the fox. “I am afraid of nothing, and king of everything!”
“Are you sure?” said Pipkin.
Almost instantly after a huge flash of lightning struck, and a tremendous BOOM followed.
“What was that?” said the fox, looking alarmed.
“That, Mr. Fox, was the sound of a bear,” Bruce lied.
“AHHHHHHHHHH! RUN! A BEAR!!!!” said the fox, scampering away as quickly as his legs could take him.
The three chickens and Pipkin hopped into the rabbit hole, safe and sound from the storm and the fox.
