Unwownon to chickens Kirk chrom was talking a walk in the woods to think
"Where am I" chrom says in his hideaway
Chrom heard a band
"Oh no my cowteage!" Chrom roars
Chrom runs fast back to the cowetg where he knows chicken little is stayhing
"Chucken little?" Says chrom
No reply from the chick
Chrom turned around to see chicken. Littel in the floor
"Oh right " ways chrom
He got the eye of the ride
