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The Season Is Over! The Season Is Over!!!! The Chicken Little Story!

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The Season Is Over! The Season Is Over!!!! The Chicken Little Story!

 

 So with all the pessimism and nay-sayers that think that because we have had on MAJOR and a few minor injured that the Broncos might as well pack it in, resign ourselves to a season of mediocraty and dispair, I've adapted a Children's classic to enetertain you and make you think...even if it's just for a good laugh.

Chicken Little, a devout long time Broncos fan was in the woods one day when a story came across the web and hit her in the head.  It scared her so much she trembled all over. "Dumervil is out for the season!". She shook so hard, half her feathers fell out.

 

Chicken Little:  

"Help! Help! Our season is over! I have to go tell the commissioner!" 

So she ran in great fright to tell the Commissioner.  Along the way she met Hater Raider.

 

Hater Raider:  "Where are you going, Chicken Little?"

 

Chicken Little:   "Oh, help!  The season is over!"

 

Hater Raider:   "How do you know?"

 

Chicken Little:  "I read the stories  my own eyes, and heard them with my own ears, Dumervil is out!"

 

Hater Raider: 

"You are right let’s go tell the commissioner." 

So they both ran away as fast as they could.  Soon they met Ducky Lucky.

 

Cheify Leafy:   "Where are you going, Chicken Little and Hater Raider?"

 

Chicken Little & Hater Raider:  "The sky is falling! The sky is falling! We're going to tell the commish!"

 

Chiefy Leafy:  "How do you know?"

 

Chicken Little: 

"I read it with my own eyes, and heard it with my own ears, and everybody thinks it’s true... cause Dumervil is out!"

 

Chiefy Leafy:  "Oh dear, oh dear!  We'd better run!"  

So they all ran down the road as fast as they could.  Soon they met Dolty Bolty walking down the roadside.

 

Dolty Bolty: "Hello there.  Where are you all going in such a hurry?"

 

Chicken Little:  "We have to hurry!!"

 

Hater Raider:  "The Broncos season is over!"

 

Chiefy Leafy: "And we're running to tell the commissioner!"

 

Dolty Bolty:  "How do you know their season is over?"

 

Chicken Little: 

"I read it with my own eyes, and heard it with my own ears, Dumervil is out!"

 

Dolty Bolty: "Goodness!  Then I'd better run with you." 

So they ran with all their might, until they met Joshie Loshie.

 

Joshie Loshie: "Well, well.  Where are you rushing on such a fine day?"

 

Chicken Little, Chiefy Leafy, Hater Raider, Dolty Bolty (together)  

"Help!  Help!"It's not a fine day at all. The Broncos season is over,and we're running to tell the commisioner!"

 

Joshie Loshie:  

"How do you know the sky is falling?"

 

Chicken Little:  

"I saw it with  my own eyes, and heard it with my own ears, Dumervil is out!!"

 

Joshie Loshie: "I see.  Well then, follow me, and I'll show you the way to the Commissioner." 

So Joshie Loshie led Chicken Little, Hater Raider, Chiefy Leafy, and Dolty Bolty, across a field and through the woods. He led them straight to his den, skinned them, filleted them, cooked them, and ate them and they never saw the Commissioner to tell him that the Broncos season was over.

What is the moral of the twisted adaptation of a Classic Children's Story? the same lesson that it should have taught you as a kid. Just because a single event like a player being injured, no matter how popular or talented means the season is over. There is both danger and foolishness in over-reacting and making mountains out of mole-hills! This team is deeper and more talented than any Broncos team in recent memory! We will be fine Broncos faithful! and to the Haters and envious keep running out with the doom and gloom. Success this season will be that much sweeter!

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