Jumping on top of the old tire swing, Snickerdoodle balances himself and stretches his long neck high into the air cocking his head from side to side. Carefully he takes in the sights from all directions making sure all is well. Being the only rooster in the barnyard, it was his responsibility to make sure all the hens and chicks were safe. A duty he welcomed and enjoyed.
“Hey, who do you think you are?” clucks Henrietta her old red feathers flapping as she runs toward the rooster. “Don‛t you have anything better to do than sit on that old tire swing?”
“Well hello, Henrietta. I am just making sure Chickendoodle is okay.
You know how that boy gets himself into trouble without even trying. Just yesterday Chickendoodle left the barnyard and wondered off into the tall grass. I saw this big old hawk diving straight at him. If I had not been around, Chickendoodle would have been Mr. Hawk‛s dinner. By the way, have you seen him?” asks Snickerdoodle.