The town was completely silent as the big guy walked cockily down the street. His name was Chicken. Chicken Catchastori. He walked with his chest puffed out, his beautiful colors flashing in the sun. Suddenly Chicken Catchastori stopped in his tracks. Where were all the chicks? Something was terribly wrong here. Chicken looked left. He looked right. Then he looked at the sign down the street at the local library. It said, “Story time today”. He saw chicks of all sizes and shapes rushing through the doors of the town library. Raising himself to his full height, Catchastori strutted to the library and right through the doors to where family story time was starting. Chicken flexed his muscles. The room was full. There were little chicks, big chicks, mama chicks, baby chicks. They all stared. But not at Chicken Catchastori. They all stared with rapt interest as the storyteller held her book high and read to her audience. Chicken Catchastori felt a little rejected at first, but before long he became caught up in the story, too. Now Chicken Catchastori doesn’t bother strutting down the street when he comes into a new town. He goes directly to a Sno-Isle library and catches a good story.
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