CHANTECLEER AND THE FOX

NARRATOR: Once there lived a poor widow with her two lovely daughters.
WIDOW: My dear daughters, we must never forget to thank the Lord and we must
always make the best of what He has given to us.
DAUGHTER 1: Ofcourse mother. We have three cows and a sheep and enough
room for us to cook and sleep. We have more than enough for us to live day by day.
DAUGHTER 2: You are right. That is why we should thank the Lord for all that He
has given to us.
NARRATOR: The widow ran her household with good sense together with her trusty
rooster, Chantecleer.
COW 1: Dear friend, how is it possible that you were able to crow so loud and
strong all day long.
CHANTECLEER: Well, this is because of our masters care ofcourse.
COW 2: Indeed our master is one of a kind.
COW 3: That is why we made it a point to reward them with excellent milk.
SHEEP: And excellent wool too to keep them warm during winter.
CHANTECLEER: And I made sure that my lovely hens produce the best eggs.
NARRATOR: Of all the hens, Pertelote is the loveliest and is the hen that caught
Chantecleers affection.
PERTELOTE: My dear Chantecleer, where have you been?
CHANTECLEER: Pardon me my dear for taking so long. I just went to see how my
friends are doing.
PENTELOTE: Now let us go to sleep for the day is already nearing its end.
(AT THE POULTRY)
CHANTECLEER: (shifting and moaning) No No
PENTELOTE: My dear, what is wrong?
CHANTECLEER: (panting) It was terrible, my dear. I dreamt of a hungry hound with
glowing eyes pounding me with its sharp claws.

PENTELOTE: With that my dear, I could say that you have lost my heart for I
cannot love a coward. Dreams are nothing and most of it is just the result of
overeating.
CHANTECLEER: You are wrong, my dear. I can cite many cases where dreams are
considered to be true. I am sure my vision would bring me grief but as soon as I laid
my eyes on your beautiful face, all my fear had suddenly vanished.
PENTELOTE: I told you, sweetheart. It was nothing. Now, shall we go back to sleep.
NARRATOR: The next day, the mighty rooster went outside and pecked for grains
with all the others.
FOX: Good day, sir. No need to be scared. I was once your fathers friend. I just
stopped by to hear you sing. For you see, your father was always a guest at my
home and he never failed to sing every time he visits. However, every time he sings
he would close both his eyes and stood on tiptoe with his neck stretched out. Now
kind sir, please, let me hear you sing like your father.
CHANTECLEER: (excitedly did what the fox had instructed) Cock-a-doodle-doo!
FOX: (grabbed the rooster by the neck and dragged him off to the woods)
ALL THE OTHER ANIMALS: Stop! Thief! Help! Catch that Fox!
CHANTECLEER: If I were you, I would tell them to back off so that they would stop
chasing you.
FOX: You are right.
NARRATOR: As the fox opened his mouth, the rooster got away and flew to the
nearest tree.
FOX: My friend, please come down. It was all a misunderstanding. Let us talk about
this in a peaceful manner.
CHANTECLEER: Oh no, dear fox, you cannot fool me once again. Surely, he that
closes both his eyes instead of watching what before him lies deserves his fate.
FOX: True, I also believe that he who babbles on when he should guard his tongue
deserves to see his fortunes marred.