Hearing the noise, the chicken took to wing once more. The chicken ran through a cornfield straight into the path of a snail, who suggested that she head southward instead to take shelter with the pixies. But the fox, full of fire and hunger, was near upon her, and was it not for an onlooker’s intervention she would have been caught long before she reached the wall.
Chicken could not stay with the pixies, she knew. The fox was too close and would find her soon enough. So she came up with a plan. She told the pixies to say she was heading north to the trolls. Instead she turned east, and after many thoughts, found a nest to rest in.
The fox was lost and roamed the roads for the rest of the day and through the night. With dawn came a shift in fortune, and he found the chicken’s scent near
