Clucky the Hen

To my little Sira, who knows nothing of faults, only affection.

M. Pavon

To my mother, because even though I’m all grown up now, I still love to snuggle up under her feathers.

M. Carretero

Clucky the Hen

Text © 2010 Mar Pavon

Illustrations © 2010 Monica Carretero

This edition © 2011 Cuento de Luz SL

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www.cuentodeluz.com
English translation by Jon Brokenbrow

Clucky Series

ISBN: 978-84-152410-8-9

DL: M-11309-2011

Printed by Graficas Aga SL in Madrid, Spain, March 2011, print number 67694

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Clucky the hen

Laid her eggs the wrong way round

And out came the chicks

Tumbling to the ground

One said, “I see stars!”

Another had a bump

“I’ve fallen from my egg,

And now I’ve got a great big lump!”

And as he spoke the smallest chick

Landed with a thump.

Clucky the hen

Called each one by their name.

“I’m sorry I’m so clumsy,

But I love you just the same.

And cuddled here beneath my wing,

You’ll be safe from everything.”

A rumor soon began to spread

From one beak to another:

Clucky the hen is a terrible mother!

Clucky the hen

Was singing without a care

When suddenly, with no warning

The sound of thunder filled the air!

“Mommy, stop!” the poor chicks begged,

And they were right to fret,

“Please don’t sing that any more,

We’re all soaking wet!”

Clucky the hen

Called each one by their name.

“I’m sorry I’m so unlucky,

But I love you just the same.

And cuddled here beneath my wing,

You’ll be safe from everything.”

And all over the town,

the rumor spread from

one mouth to another:

Clucky and her chicks

Were playing hide and seek

But she forgot about the game,

And was juggling with her beak!