Another dark sky

help! The sky is falling, yeah boy, so sleepy. Good to sleep, chicken little cuddle with the pillow wrap warm by the blanket. Sigh.. This is life.

last Saturday, chicken little, as usual visit gran d's coop to celebrate mister cow's day. finally know that there is not only 1 cow to celebrate but many other join in as well. chicken little saw grand uncle rooster and grand uncle dog beside mister cow all hovering at the big durian cake that grand aunty goat bought. yummy! oh and it happen to be grand aunty goat's birthday which mean chicken little hv 2 cakes to feast on. lucky chicken

chicken little is still learning to walk and that faithful Father's Day (*that what they call it), chicken little manage to walk 3 step hysterically. my oh my aren't mister cow proud to see tat on Father's Day, with pride and joy. mother g can only beamed with happiness that finally her chicken little can swagger his little butt.

and that remind us of another nursery rhyme ................

Six little ducks that I once knew,
Fat ducks, pretty ducks they were too,
But the one little duck with the feather on his back,
He led the others with his quack - quack - quack.
quack - quack - quack, quack - quack - quack,
He led the others with his quack - quack - quack.
Down to the meadow they would go,
Wig-wag, wiggle-wag, to and fro,
But the one little duck with the feather on his back,
He led the others with his quack - quack - quack.
quack - quack - quack, quack - quack - quack,
He led the others with his quack - quack - quack.


ok ok this is not exactly a "chicken learning to walk" song but the swaggering does matches with the duck right?

where were we? right after the dinner. mother g bring chicken little back to his little coop after a stomach full of durian. that is the best dessert chicken little had ever taste. (thank goodness no cranky happening on chicken little's tummy) chicken little reward mother g and mister cow with a peck on their 'oily' cheek. (what do you expect of a face after being out the whole day?) ok. mother g sing her usual lullaby to chicken little who still smell like durian after bath. eeuhh!!

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!

The words and lyrics of this beautiful nursery rhyme is more like a poem and as such makes good use of the simile ' like a diamond in the sky' . The authors were sisters Ann and Jane Taylor. The first publication date was 1806. The lyrics draw a comparison of the twinkling of the star to the shutting or blinking of the eye providing a perfect illustration of clever imagery and excellent use of the English language