IS THE SKY FALLING?

Is the sky falling?  I still see it up there.  Even though it's very cloudy.  And it seems to get a little hazier, cloudier, maybe even darker with each day as we get closer from this Wednesday to next Wednesday.  I've looked down at the street below, too, and I don't see any bits-and-pieces of "the sky" down there. Not yet. 

Once upon a time, mine Mommy read me a story, I sort of remember it.  This very little chicken was all feather-flustered and many in the barnyard were very upset when she proclaimed that the sky was falling!  And even though she was so very little, her cries of doom and gloom were heard across fields and farms for miles and miles, across lands and oceans wide.  Some were heard to say there'd be no more feed for the fowl.  Others thought the shelter and safety of the barn might just no longer be.  The barnyard gossip ran wild as a chick chased by a fox at night.  

In one corner of the barnyard stood a small outbuilding, most of the animals had never been inside, it was deemed a place where only the important and elder ones would go, to meet and discuss the needs, the rules and regulations of life on the farm.  These important and elder ones had been "chosen" by all the others, assigned this responsibility, these tasks.  

But most often, all that could be heard from that small building were loud squawks, especially from a small but vocal contingent of red-hens who wanted to control everything.  As those elders left after each meeting their feathers flew every which way, beaks snapped at one another.  It was obvious they did nothing, accomplished nothing, and so it was.  

The little chicken and all her friends feared they had not chosen well.  Elder ones, yes, too many were.  Important, ha! Only self importance was evident.  Even Mr Farmer in the big white house on their farm could not seem to help.  

Would they really really really let the sky fall down ...................

And so, the little chicken, the duckies in the pond, the goslings, even all the many friendly barn cats asked again, "is the sky falling?" 

Then they scurried back into the barn as one in their midst had proclaimed ... "oh no, there is risk in our barn. We must check the ceiling, too"!