
Chicken Little, a somewhat fatuous creature was feeling quite sanguine one lovely autumn day and decided to take a leisurely stroll through the resplendently colorful wood.
Suddenly, an acorn fell from a sturdy old oak and tapped the oblivious Ms. Little on the head.
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Without any investigation as to the source of the unfortunate little knock, Chicken Little jumped to an erroneous presumption: "Indubitably," she shouted, "the sky is falling."
So off she went, never giving a moment of time to ponder what this noble monarch, once informed, would or could do about it.
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