A cousin of Chicken Little, Rooster Huuuuge would suddenly alight from his presidential limo cage to take a power walk to his tree trunk tower. Sheepish service follow flat footed through that thorny apple orchard, Manhattan.
Along the way Rooster Huuuuge would look up admiringly at skyscraping trees along the chic shady way.
He relished the wealth and power embodied in those glassy towers. The street smell of success of Uber and Lyft’s fumes wafting above were exhilarating.
As he walked he’d listen to FOX on his headset, ignoring more than those free-flying liberal immigrant birds loafing aloft, tweeting for handouts or chirping in protest, totally unfazed about his plans to build a wall.
One day while walking something that looked like an acorn fell from one of the leafy towers and lands smack on the top of his hallowed hair stack.
“My, oh, my, they’re skywiretapping me. This is no acorn but a microcorn,” he said, concluding it was evidence he was under surveillance by the FBI, CIA and NBC in league with Kim Jong-un and probably Nancy Pelosi.
“I must run and tell the Lion Bannon about it,” says Rooster Huuuuge who begins to run ahead of his nervous security escort struggling to keep up.
As he runs he tweets he’s been skywiretapped. By and by a reporter for The New York Times runs up alongside and asks him where he’s going.
“I’ve been skywiretapped and I’m going to tell the Lion about it.”
“How do you know it?” asks the dishonest reporter from the left-wing media.
“It hit me on the head and someone told me they saw it in the press, so I know it must be so,” says Rooster Huuuuge.
“Let me go with you!” says the dishonest reporter Henny Pennynews.
“Suit yourself,” said Rooster Huuuuge and the two run and run until they meet Ducky Lucky.
“I’ve been skywiretapped,” says Rooster Huuuuge. “We are going to the Lion to tell him about it.”
“How do you know that?” asks Ducky Lucky.
“A microcorn landed on my hair stack and someone read about it in a newspaper,” says Rooster Huuuuge.
“May I come with you?” asks Ducky Lucky.
“Come,” says Rooster HuuuugeHenny Penny.
So all three of them run on and on until they meet Foxey Loxey (no relation to FOX News).
“Where are you going?” asks Foxey Loxey.
“Rooster Huuuuge was skywiretapped and we are going to the Lion to tell him about it,” says Ducky Lucky.
“Do you know where he lives?” asks Foxey Loxey.
“I don’t,” says Rooster Huuuuge.
“I don’t either,” says reporter Henny Pennynews.
“Me neither,” says Ducky Lucky.
“I do,” says Foxey Loxey. “Come with me and I can show you the way.”
He walks on and on until he comes to his den.
“Come right in,” says Foxey Loxey.
They all go in, but they don’t come out.
And if they did, who would believe Rooster Huuuuge again anyway, even he were to announce after an intelligence briefing that a missile with nuclear warhead would soon be falling on us out of the sky.
The moral of the story is no one would even look up.