green fairy tale book

Chapter 5 Half a Chicken
Once upon a time there was a beautiful black Spanish hen who had a brood of chicks.The chicks were all healthy and chubby except for the smallest chick, who was different from his siblings.It's actually a weird little guy.When it just hatched, the hen could hardly believe her eyes.Unlike the other twelve soft, fluffy chicks huddled under its wings, it looks like it's been cut in half, with just one leg, one wing, one eye, half head and half mouth .The hen shook her head sadly and said:

"My youngest is only half a chicken. He will never grow into a tall and handsome rooster like his older siblings. His older siblings will go out into the world and rule their own coop , but this poor little guy can only stay at home and live with its mother." From then on, the hen called it "half chick".

Although the half chick may seem like a queer, pitiful little thing, the hen soon discovers that she doesn't want to always be hiding under her wings and living under the protection of her mother.Half a chick is not only unique in appearance, but also has a very different personality from its brothers and sisters.Its older brothers and sisters were all obedient and good children, and whenever the hen called them, they ran back to him chirping.As for the half chick, although it has only one leg, it has a wandering heart.Whenever the hen told him to go back to the coop, he pretended not to hear - he only had one ear anyway.

When the hen took the children for a walk in the field, the half chick often hopped away on one leg and then hid in the cornfield, causing its brothers and sisters to look for it anxiously, and its mother also Terrified, Chirping and giggling looked for it everywhere.

Gradually, as the half chick grew up, it became more self-willed and rebellious. It was rude to its mother and had no good temper with other chicks.One day, Half a Chicken went out to explore the fields again, and this time he stayed longer than usual.When it came back, it used its unique way of walking, kicking and kicking to its mother, and stared at the hen rudely with one eye and said:
"Mother, I'm tired of life in a country yard, where there's nothing but dreary cornfields. I'm going to Madrid to see the king!"

"To Madrid? Half a chick!" cried the hen. "Why, you silly boy. That's a long way, even for a full-grown rooster. A little fellow like you must go I'm exhausted halfway through. No, no, stay at home with mom, and when you grow up, let's take a short trip together!"

But the half chick has already made up his mind, he doesn't listen to the hen's advice, and he doesn't care about the pleadings of his brothers and sisters.

"What's the point of us huddling together in this big ass place?" it said, "When I have my own yard in the king's palace, maybe I'll invite a few of you to my new home and make one." A short visit."

He couldn't wait to say goodbye to his family, so he jumped onto the road and headed towards Madrid.

"Whoever you meet, be polite and courteous!" the hen shouted after it.But the half chick was in such a hurry that he didn't stop to answer the hen, and he didn't even turn his head.

Half a Chicken hopped and hopped, and as he cut across a field, he passed a stream.The creek is full of weeds and algae, so the water flow is not smooth.

"Oh! Half Chicken!" cried the creek as the Half Chicken hopped along the bank. "Come here, please, and help me clean up these weeds!"

"Help you? Really," squealed the half-chicken.It shook its head and shook the few feathers on its tail. "You think I have nothing to do, so I have to waste time on these trivial matters? You can do it yourself, don't bother to hurry. I'm going to Madrid to see the king." As he spoke, he jumped up and down. Jump, half a chick hurried away.

After a while, it came to a fire.The fire was left by some gypsies in the forest, and the flame was getting smaller and smaller, and it was about to go out.

"Oh! half-chicken!" cried the fire in a feeble, quivering voice as the half-chicken approached: "I shall go out in a few minutes, unless you put some wood or dry leaves on me Please, you must help me, or I will die!"

"Help you? Really," answered the half-chicken, "I have other things to do. Go and gather wood yourself, and leave me alone. I'm going to Madrid to see the king. Good-bye!" Jumping, jumping, half a chick hurried away.

The next morning Half a Chicken was not far from Madrid when it passed a tall chestnut tree and the wind got stuck in the branches of the chestnut tree. "Oh! Half a Chicken," cried the Wind, "I can't get out. Jump up and get me out of the branch, I'm so sick."

"It's your own fault for being there," said the half-chicken. "I can't waste my precious morning here helping you. You struggle yourself a little longer and you might get yourself out! Anyway, don't get in the way." I, I'm going to Madrid to see the king!" As he said, jumping and jumping, the half chick hurried away happily, because at this time it had already seen the city of Madrid from a distance. Towers and roofs.After entering the city, it found that there was a big house in front of it, and there were many soldiers standing guard in front of the door.It knew that this must be the king's palace.It decided to jump to the front door and wait there until the king came out.But it jumped in front of a rear window, and the king's cook spotted it.

"It's really sitting at home waiting, and there's a big pie in the sky!" He exclaimed happily, "The king just sent a decree, saying that he wants to have chicken soup for dinner!" He opened the window, grabbed half of a chicken's wing, and then Stuffed it into a soup pot on the stove.oh!When the water was up to half the chick's head, the water was really wet and cold, and half the chick's feathers were stuck to his body.

"Water! Water!" it cried in despair, "have pity on me, don't make me so wet!"

"Ah! half a chicken," said the water, "you did not help me when I was a brook in the field, and now you must be punished."

After a while, the fire ignited, so hot that half a chicken kept jumping around in the soup pot.It cried out in pain:
"Fire! Fire! Don't roast me like this! You don't know how much it hurts!"

"Ah! half a chicken," said Fire, "you did not help me when I was dying in the forest, and now you are being punished."

At last, just when half the chick was in so much pain that he thought he was going to die, the cook opened the lid of the soup pot to see if the broth was ready.

"My God!" he exclaimed, "the chicken is useless, it's burnt. I can't bring a piece of charcoal to the king's table." He opened the window and put half a chicken thrown into the street.But the wind picked up half of the chick, and the chick was spinning so fast in the air that it could barely breathe.Its heart beat violently on half of its body, almost as if it was going to explode.

"Oh, wind!" it gasped, "don't be so hard, you'll kill me. Let me rest for a while, or—" It was out of breath, and couldn't speak any more.

"Ah! half a chicken," said the wind, "when I was stuck in a chestnut tree branch and suffered in the morning, you did nothing to save me, and now you will be punished." over the roofs of every house, ran up to the tallest church in the city, and dropped it on the top of the steeple.

Half a chick still stands there to this day.If you go to Madrid, walk through the streets and alleys to the highest church in the city, and you will see half a chicken.It stood on the spire with one foot, one wing hanging by its side, and looked down sadly at the city with one eye.

(End of this chapter)