  
      
        Chicken  Little, a somewhat fatuous  creature was  feeling quite sanguine one lovely autumn day and decided to take a leisurely stroll  through the resplendently colorful wood.  
        Suddenly, an acorn fell from a sturdy old oak and tapped  the oblivious Ms. Little on  the head.  
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        Without any investigation as to the source of the  unfortunate little knock, Chicken Little jumped to an erroneous presumption: "Indubitably," she shouted, "the sky is falling."
      
       So off she went, never giving a moment of time to ponder  what this noble monarch, once informed,  would or could do about it.
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