When Chicken Little saw this sky, she knew there was trouble ahead, so she squawked her famous lines and said, as you know:

Bok-bok-bok!

The SKY is falling,

And WE must tell the KING!

BoddOCK bok!

Well, who would’ve thunk that a chicken could forecast this dramatic weather phenomenon?!

The very next day, the sky actually DID fall. That big dark cloud fell onto the ground and covered the whole valley.

And then, as Carl Sandburg said:

The fog comes in
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

They say that “No man is an island,” but these fir trees aren’t too sure about that.