Interrupting Chicken

Once upon a time, in a cozy, slightly creaky farmhouse, lived a little red chicken and her Papa. The sun had set, casting long shadows that danced on the walls of the snug kitchen, where the scent of freshly baked bread lingered. Every night, before bed, Papa Chicken read a bedtime story to his little red chicken. This night was no different. Papa Chicken settled into his comfy chair, the glow from the old lamp casting a warm, golden light, and little red chicken snuggled up beside him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Ready for your bedtime story, my little chicken?" Papa Chicken asked, opening a large, well-worn storybook. "Yes, Papa! But, please, try not to interrupt this time," he gently reminded, raising an eyebrow with a playful smile. Little red chicken giggled. "I'll try, Papa. I really will!" Papa Chicken began to read. "Once upon a time, there was a tiny, little princess who lived in a grand castle. One day, she decided to explore the enchanted forest—" Little red chicken suddenly jumped up. "Don't go into the forest! It's too dangerous!" she squawked, her wings flapping in a flutter of excitement. Papa Chicken sighed and closed the book. "You interrupted the story, my little chicken." "I know, Papa. I just didn't want the princess to get lost," she said, eyes wide with sincere concern. Papa Chicken smiled warmly. "Let's try another story." He flipped the pages and began again. "Once upon a time, there was a brave knight who rode out to rescue a fair maiden from a tall tower. He caught sight of the tower and—" Little red chicken couldn't contain herself. "Don't do it! What if there's a dragon?" she clucked, hopping to her feet. Papa Chicken chuckled softly, closing the book once more. "You interrupted again, little chicken." "But Papa, I just wanted to make sure the knight stayed safe," she insisted, her feathers ruffling in earnest. Papa Chicken pondered for a moment. "How about you tell the story this time?" he suggested, handing over the storybook to little red chicken. Her eyes lit up with joy as she took the book. "Okay, Papa. Listen carefully!" she proclaimed, opening the book with determination. "Once upon a time, there was a little red chicken who wanted to save everyone from trouble. She told stories that made Papa proud and helped the characters live happily ever after!" Papa Chicken smiled as he watched his little one create her very own ending. "And that’s the best story of all," he said softly, pulling the little red chicken into a warm hug. With a satisfied yawn, little red chicken nestled under the covers, dreaming of adventures and happy endings. And for once, the night ended without any more interruptions, leaving Papa Chicken to chuckle quietly to himself, knowing that sometimes, even the best stories need a little twist.