Cock a Doodle Doo!

Long ago the Rooster was king of the farm. It was his job to keep the chickens safe. He could fly over the buildings to keep a watch out for predators.

One day, Dragon and Worm went by the farm to watch Rooster do his job. They watched him fly from rooftop to rooftop, scaring off foxes and dogs. They applauded him when the farm was safe and secure. "Hey Rooster," said Dragon, "we've been watching you fly. How do you do that?"

Rooster was always glad to hear compliments. "I wear a magic comb on my head. See? The yellow one, " as Rooster pointed to the top of his head.

Dragon asked, "Could you let me try out the magic comb? I can't fly but would like to try".

"Hmm, I don' know. How can I trust that you'll bring it back?"

"My buddy Worm will stay with you. He's my guarantee" Reluctantly, Rooster agreed and handed his magic comb to Dragon. Dragon flew up into the sky leaving Rooster and Worm on the ground.

"Did he say when he's coming back?" asked Rooster. Worm assured him that Dragon would return soon.

Then the sun went down, and the sun arose the next day.

Rooster jumped on a fence post, looked up into the sky, and turned to Worm. "Are you sure Dragon is going to return?" Worm again assured him and rooster went about walking in the chicken yard.

Then the sun went down, and the sun arose the next day.

Rooster jumped on a fence post, looked up into the sky, and turned to Worm. "I don't think he will come back today." And again, Worm assured him that he would.

Then the sun went down, and the sun arose the next day.

Rooster jumped on a fence post, looked up into the sky, and turned to Worm. "This is the third day that you said Dragon would return and yet he hasn't" Rooster jumped onto of the barn roof and yelled up at the sky with all of his might. "WHERE IS MY COMB? WHERE IS MY COMB?"

Worm started laughing at Rooster. "You fool. You gave Dragon your magic comb and now you can't fly."

Furious, Rooster jumped to the ground, flapped his wings and started pecking at Worm. "He was supposed to bring it back. You said he would!"

Every morning since, even to this day, you can still hear the rooster cry out "Where is my comb?" and watch him chase worms on the farm.

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