Three
little chicks sat in a row as mother hen clucked around the pen one windy
summer morning. “Don’t you be going outside little ones.” But it was too late.
The wind blew the littlest chick out the door. With a thump, the chick had
bumped into Mr Cow. He was a hero. The littlest chick never stood too close to
pen door from that day onwards
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