They noticed the eccentric Turkey-Perky pecking on the other side. Henny-Penny, Rooster-Booster, Ducky-Chucky, and Goosie-Brucie waddled and waddled and waddled until they came to the farm fence. Goosie-Brucie puffed his chest feathers instantly and moved right along, shrugging his question away. “Well, it fell right on my head!” she answered. Goosie-Brucie wanted to protect his fowl friends, and he wanted to join them on their journey to the nearby palace, but he had a question about the sky above. “Oh, Goosie-Brucie,” Henny-Penny began, “the sky is falling! The sky is falling! We must alert the king!”ĭucky-Chucky looked back up at the blazing sun and again wondered how the sky could fall on a warm summer’s day such as this one. Henny-Penny, Rooster-Booster, and Ducky-Chucky waddled and waddled and waddled until they met up with the brawny Goosie-Brucie floating with ease at the other end of the pond. He looked at the concern on his friends’ faces, nevertheless, and shrugged his wonders away.
Chicken little disc free#
As he shook his little webbed feet free of water, he felt the warm sun dry them quickly and wondered how the sky could fall on a warm summer’s day such as this one. “Oh, we must, we must!” Rooster-Booster chimed in.ĭucky-Chucky bounded from the pond and joined his friends immediately. “Oh, Ducky-Chucky, the sky is falling! The sky is falling! And we must alert the king!” Henny-Penny exclaimed. “Henny-Penny, Rooster-Booster: hello! Fine day, isn’t it?” Ducky-Chucky giggled and splashed into the water. Now, Ducky-Chucky was basking in the sun near the pond’s edge when he noticed the two chickens fast-approaching. Henny-Penny and Rooster-Booster waddled and waddled and waddled until they saw their wonderful pal Ducky-Chucky. “Oh, Rooster-Booster, the sky is falling! The sky is falling! And we must alert the king!” she cried. “What’s the matter, Henny-Penny?” he asked.
She waddled and waddled and waddled until she found her excellent friend Rooster-Booster. She ran around in circles for a while, calmed herself, and then got right to waddling-she had to alert the king! “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” One morning, as Henny-Penny was plucking worms in the henyard, an acorn dropped from a tree right onto her head! She had no idea what had hit her, however, and so she started shouting: The rhyme was perfect, it was sweet, and she liked it very much. They often termed her “Chicken Little.” While Penny surprisingly loved this name, her favorite thing to be called was “Henny-Penny,” given to her by the other fowls that lived nearby.
The other chickens in the yard would tease her for her size. She was great friends with everyone, and those who knew her gave her many names. There was once a big farm near a vast field, and here there lived a hen named Penny. © Written by Tasha Guenther and illustrated by Leanne Guentherįairy tale based on the original story first collected by Danish librarian Just Mathias Thiele.
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