When the Sky Fell In

 


When the Sky Fell In


Yesterday I read that folk tales have been used for a very long time for all kinds of reasons. One of their many uses has been for making fun of ‘mass hysteria’, ‘mayhem’ and ‘paranoia.’ Fancy that!

This is where Chicken Licken comes in. (I much prefer our name to the American version. Henny Penny sounds unnecessarily fussy somehow.)
Remember that story?

The sky’s gonna come falling in! Running around like crazy warning everyone. It’s the end of the world! Duck and cover! Protect and survive! Dashing about the farmyard like a headless chicken.

In the current catastrophe I’m pleased to say that there’s been rather less panic than you might expect.

Chicken Licken has resorted to Twitter mostly, spreading every conspiracy theory he can find, raging about fake news and quibbling with almost everything he reads in ‘the mainstream media.’

Cocky Locky has taken up baking, with mixed results.

Ducky Lucky is livestreaming her keep-fit classes, flapping up and down and keeping everyone trim. She’s hoping for a medal in the New Year Honours. Dame Ducky would suit her, she says.

Goosey Loosey has waddled round the farmyard ten thousand times but forgot to ask anyone to sponsor her first. Home-schooling for her goslings has flown out of the window.

Turkey Lurkey deeply regrets the loosening of restrictions at Christmas time. He’d have been happier if the festive season had just been cancelled altogether.

Foxy Loxy is self-isolating. He hasn’t any symptoms, he’s just had enough of all those crazy birds.

Chicken Licken would like to add: ‘Don’t worry! Don’t panic! It’s not the end of the world after all. We’ll get through this! We can do it! You’ll see..!’





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