Chicken Little spent innumerable hours pensively reflecting upon what she came to call “the imprudent acorn fiasco of recent memory.” In the immediate aftermath, she felt quite dejected and despondent. At times she would wallow in self-censure. After all, her impetuousness had embroiled her esteemed friends in a perilous plight—one in which their very lives seemed inevitably ill-fated. Yet they all did miraculously escape from the pernicious fox in her den of iniquity and that should have been that! Life was expected to have resumed familiar forms, or even peaceful, unfamiliar forms , but it didn’t.....at least for awhile.