As night falls, the chicken coop becomes lively.

The chicks were not sleepy at all.

All of them were sitting next to Pidik, listening to him tell stories about the stars.

"Look! children!" said Piddick, pointing to the stars.

"The constellation directly in front of us looks like a majestic rooster, and its shining claws are like sharp knives studded with diamonds, ready to fight the enemy at any time. This constellation is responsible for driving away the night,

Welcome the sun..." "Wow! That's great!" The chicks counted the stars excitedly.

"Look again, everyone, there is a very bright star in the direction where the farmer lives... That is the Rooster Star - our star." "It's so beautiful!" Berio, Carmen and Camellido sighed.

"When this star appears, it indicates that winter is coming. At the same time, it also means that we are holding a big festival celebration, and all our relatives will come. The winter solstice is tomorrow!" "Oh! We are going to celebrate the festival.

! Long live the Rooster Star! ” “Dad, look! That long constellation appears above our chicken house. What does it mean?” Carmen asked Pidick.

"This is simple. Let me answer it. It indicates that a catastrophe is about to befall the chicken coop. By then, everyone will die and no one will be spared." Perot Cormorant said with certainty.

Perot's doomsday predictions immediately exploded in the hen coop.

Sadness and panic enveloped everyone.

"Ah! Why? I don't want to die! Who can save us!" "That's too much, Pero, you've got to make a big joke!" Carmela said angrily, "Look, the chicken is so scared at night.

"It's a nightmare." "Okay, everyone go back to the nest!" Pidick ordered, "We will get up early tomorrow and go to the forest to prepare food for the holiday feast, pick hazelnuts, seeds, and peel pine nuts...

There are too many things to do." But Little Fatty, Little Thorny and Big Voice did not return to their nests. They were frightened by the language of "pan".

"I don't want to die in the pan!" Little Thorny Tou howled.

Little Fatty was relatively calm, and he came up with an idea: "If you don't want to be stewed in the pan, the only way is to steal the farmer's pot." "Hey, come with me, guys!" It started to rain.

Snow, flakes of snowflakes instantly enveloped the earth in a vast white gauze.

Three brave little guys sneaked into the farmer's kitchen. Although none of them wanted to admit that they were almost nervous to death, their little hearts were beating wildly, and they were really afraid of waking up the people in the house... "I

Got it, guys!" Little Fatty whispered, "What shall we do with this pot now?" The loud voice chuckled: "Why don't we let the nasty and hateful big dog on the other side of the river look after the pot for us?

, it must be fun!" Just as Xiaopangdun and his gang were quietly heading towards the mill, a hoarse, lung-splitting cry broke the tranquility of the night in the chicken coop.

"What happened? Berio?" Camellido asked kindly.

"Ah, I had a very terrible nightmare! I dreamed that a huge pan put you and me... and other chicks... Oh, I don't want to say it, it would be too scary to ask for leave!"

"Okay, okay, it's all over...go to bed, Berio" Carmen gently said to him.

"I need to eat a piece of cheese so that I can sleep..." This is when Little Fatty and his gang have arrived at their destination safely. He carried the stolen pan and climbed to the roof of the mill. Everything went according to plan.

"Hey, no one wants to find this pot, let alone eat us..." "Go down! The trouble is solved!" A few hours later, the sky was still dark, and darkness enveloped the chicken coop.

Even for the chicks who are used to getting up early, it seems a bit early. They crawled out of their nests one after another, because today is an exciting day. They are going to the forest with their parents to collect various foods.

, in preparation for tonight’s holiday meal.

"Who hasn't got the fireflies yet?" "Who hasn't lit the little lantern yet? Hurry up and put the fireflies in." The chicks lined up and sang songs, following their parents across the fields and towards the forest.

"We are brave chickens. No one can compare with us. Come on, let us defeat all difficulties. We are hard-working chickens. We go to the forest to forage. We pick up chestnuts and lose hazelnuts. You say we are at a loss.

It’s not a loss.” The chickens were picking up wheat grains, sorghum, hazelnuts, pine nuts, and frost-covered apples on the ground like benefactors.

However, no matter how hard the chickens try to find food, the harvest is not ideal.

"Ah! It turns out that the wild boar troops had already swept through this place before us," Pidick said angrily, "so we can only pick up the rest." Not far away, Berio was surprised to find red dots scattered on the ground.

berries, this is his favorite dessert.