Hector was a proud rooster. He ruled the chicken coop. He was the first to rise. He got the sun out of its bed in the
morning. He got the chickens out to look for food. He kept them safe from the fox.
“Isn’t he handsome?” said the hens. “And what a beautiful voice.”
“He’s so brave and strong.”
“I always feel safe when Hector is around.”
Hector strutted around the yard. Nothing missed his gaze. He was everything a chicken king should be.
But one day Hector looked out on the farm beyond the hen yard. It bothered him to see the pigs and cows without a leader. He
decided to make himself their king, too.
"I've come to be your king!"Hector flew to the pigpen. Not one pig was digging for worms. They just slept in the shade or
wallowed in the mud.
“Get up!” he crowed. “I’ve come to be your king!”
The pigs looked up and scratched their heads. Then they went back to sleep.
“Lazy loafers!” Hector yelled. “It’s time to look for food.”
One pig got up and walked over to the trough. “Where’s the food?” he said. “Bring us a lot of food, and you can be our
Hector shook his head. “I could never find enough food to feed those lazy pigs,” he thought. “They should find their own
food, like respectable hens.”
He looked over at the field where the cows were grazing. “That’s more like it,” he said. “See how they move around
looking for their own food. I’ll be their king.”
"Heads low, eyes open, dig if you must."He flew over to the cows. “Good, good,” he said. “Heads low, eyes open, dig if you
But as he watched the cows, Hector was amazed to see that they just ate the grass and missed all the bugs. “Faster now,” he
called out to them. “You eat too slow. They’re getting away.”
Hector flew down to the ground and gobbled up a couple of juicy grasshoppers to show the cows how to do it. “Now you try,”
One of the cows looked at Hector and said, “We don’t eat bugs. We just eat the grass.”
“The pigs are too lazy, and the cows don’t know what’s good to eat,” Hector complained. “How can I be king to creatures
A horse that was grazing nearby stopped to listen to Hector. “What a silly rooster,” thought the horse.
ImageBack at the chicken yard the hens were worried. The fox could be around. Where was their king and protector?
2010-10-21 16:02 编辑：kuaileyingyu