Chicken-Little had spent some time in the farmyard. He'd learned about pecking and crowing and digging for worms and why all the eggs were brown and he'd even hatched a couple. He'd met some ducks and seen the lake and he felt he'd really grown up. The badger had shown him some new ways of swimming and the silver fox had talked of the past. And the sky hadn't fallen on his head after all.
But the Rooster Council said that he couldn't enter the henhouse because his clucking upset them and his feathers were too shiny but anyway there was always plenty to do in the barn.
Chicken-Little was very sad. But he shook his tail-feathers, changed his name and ran off to join the circus. And he was never heard of again.
Goodnight children.
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Hi Paul,
I've found you via Josette's blog - I was looking for someone else...
We're Bristolians and my husband Jonathan(http://snakesanddoves.voxtropolis.com) is a keen chess player. Currently in our 5th year in circuit on the South Coast. I notice one of your friends is a gamer - are you too? Jonathan is part of a 'Bristol gamers' group - they get together once a year or so with a server in a church hall and tear each other to shreds (virtually)! Do get in touch.
Hello Paul
The circus is more fun! Let me know if you want to talk more about this.
Josette
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