Chicken Little walked rather diffidently into the barn where the Hen Party/Chicken Dance was being held.
At once, there was a chorus of "The sky is falling!", mostly from the Farmville Chickens, at which she blushed until she was redder than The Little Red Hen, who
was just entering the barn, bringing her famous bread.
Daisy Duck was turned away at the door.
"Sorry, Daisy, but this dance is just for chickens."
Only one rooster was present, Foghorn Leghorn, who was serving as the the emcee and disc jockey.
"Ladies, I say, ladies, how many of you have a favorite composer?"
And every, I say every, hen responded, "Bach! Bach Bach Bach Bach Bach!"
Another chicken arrived. She was unusually tall, and nobody recognized her. They never found out that she was really Dixie Cooney Martin
in a chicken suit.
When the party had ended, Chicken Little, The Little Red Hen, and Belinda Sparks left together.
"Did you notice that Gladys never showed up?" Belinda remarked,
I supposes she thinks she's too good for us," sniffed The Little Red Hen. "Ever since she got all that money from those commercials,
she's been going around with her beak in the air."
Chicken Little nodded.
"Yes. All the rest of us are living in coops, but she's living in a co-op!"
AN: I hope I haven't laid an egg with this fic!