Guest Blogger: Chicken Little
The haters were quick to ridicule me. "That's an acorn, stupid!" they said. "The sky isn't falling! It's not even a solid object!"
The major media and folktale outlets pilloried me. The academic elites mocked me. Turkey Lurkey called me a "Dumbass."
Yet Professor Grousey Lousy of Matchbook University bravely observed, "Well, technically I suppose one could argue that much what appears to us as 'sky' is, in fact, bluish light scattered from particles of nitrogen, oxygen and so on. These particles are subject to the laws of gravity just like everything else, so, in a sense the sky is solid and falling."
So I've been proven right. Yet the media and children's books remain silent. Even the Foxy Loxy News Network won't touch my vindication. Shocking!
So far Ducky Lucky is the only one who weighed in. "I can reluctantly understand how the sky, in a sense, is falling," he sniffed, "but that doesn't match Chicken Little's notion that it was crashing down in dangerous chunks. A freaking acorn landed on his head. Did he turn around to investigate what hit him? No. He ran off screaming about the sky. He's barmy."
Isn't it just like those know-it-all jerks to call me names? They can't argue logically so they just attack me. Cowards.
Yes, it's true that an acorn hit my head. But do you know why? Because a piece of falling sky knocked it loose! Prove it didn't! Prove it didn't!!