It had been a long day out on the lake and the fish just weren't biting.
Chicken Little chewed on his soggy birdseed sandwich and thought about lobster thermador. He slouched down into his boat and soon was snoring away.
He awoke at midnight.
"Oh my stars, the sky really is falling!" the chicken exclaimed.
Just what was I thinking when I wrote this 55? I don't know about you, but the first time I saw the aurora borealis, I thought the sky was broken, too, just like Chicken Little! If you want to read more about Flash Fiction, go here. Otherwise, let me know if you played and I will send the posse over to check it out. Have a lovely weekend people!