As Chicken-licken was going one day to the wood, whack! an acorn fell
from a tree on to his head.
"Gracious goodness me!" said Chicken-licken, "the sky must have
fallen; I must go and tell the King."
So Chicken-licken turned back, and met Hen-len.
"Well, Hen-len, where are you going?" said he.
"I'm going to the wood," said she.
"Oh, Hen-len, don't go!" said he, "for as I was going the sky fell on
to my head, and I'm going to tell the King."
So Hen-len turned back with Chicken-licken, and met Cock-lock.
"I'm going to the wood," said he.
Then Hen-len said: "Oh Cock-lock, don't go, for I was going, and I met
Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky
had fallen on to his head, and we are going to tell the King."
So Cock-lock turned back, and they met Duck-luck.
"Well, Duck-luck, where are you going?"