What Wakes the Rooster (Part 7)

Still whispering to himself, Alfred turned around to greet his visitors. He smiled when he saw Rosie, who, though finding his lunacy amusing, had been one of the few chickens to treat him kindly. Alfred looked at Sonny. The goose’s smile widened, but all joy vanished from his face. His eyes filled with terror and... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 6)

“Well, what about the goose? What do you know about him?” “That’s an interesting story,” said Rosie. “You know, Winston and Alfred were friends when they were younger. They used to spend a lot of time together. Then apparently, about the time Winston became chief rooster, Alfred went mad and went off to live alone.”... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 5)

While Sonny gave no credit to rumours of the owl (the most popular of which now had the mighty beast standing three feet tall, with a scarred face and red eyes), he did take an interest in the other mysterious birds, Alfred and Leon. Sonny asked Winston one morning about these two, and Winston abruptly... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 4)

The two sat in silence for a while before the old rooster continued. “You have seen Ivan watching me.” “Yes,” said Sonny. “I don’t like it. I’m sure he’s up to something.” A thought dawned upon him. “Do you think he will… challenge you?” (When an old chief rooster died, the young roosters would battle... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 3)

The old chief sat with his eyes closed, in silence for a long time, as Sonny waited for him to speak. Finally, Winston addressed him. “Sonny”, he said, “do you know what the chief rooster’s most important job is?” “Of course,” replied Sonny. “The chief rooster’s most important job is to crow and wake up... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 2)

The old rooster was gruff, and he liked solitude, but he didn’t mind having Sonny around. Some chickens thought it was out of pity for the little rooster, since he held an embarrassingly low place in the pecking order. Others thought it was because he posed no threat; even though Sonny was now old enough... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 1)

Perched upon the big red fencepost, in the faintest dawning light, the old white rooster stretched his head high and crowed. One long crow was all it ever took him to wake the farm, such was the power of his call. Soon all manner of creatures began to stir. Nearby, the gentle clucks of mother... Continue Reading →

Why the Donkey Never Runs (Part 10)

Mr McGinley stooped down and tried to catch Henry, but the piglet was too fast. He darted in and out between the donkey's legs, back and forward and around in circles, squealing the whole time. It was only when he tripped and fell that Mr McGinley pounced and caught him, gathering him up in his... Continue Reading →

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