The day the Chicken danced, Cordelia from the hill came out to see. Cluck. Went the Chicken.
Spencer remained asleep in the moss pot. Snoring. Snoozing.
When Cordelia heard the chicken next door she peered through the fence.
Spencer stayed in his pot. Cluck. Went the Chicken. Curious Cordelia could not help herself.
The barn sat mute. Hiding its treasure trove of chickens.
Only Cordelia saw the dance of the Chicken.
The Chickens danced. Preened. Ran hither and fro.Somebody's dinner guest.
Cordelia popped down from her perch. To see. To marvel.
While the Chicken danced up and down. Hop. Hop. Hop.
Cordelia watched.
While the Chicken danced. Hop. Hop. Hop. Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.
And Cordelia forgot about the Chicken dancing. Especially when we told her how pretty she was.
The day the Chicken danced...
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