Friday, 12 May 2017

Sana Habibirad III

The Moon's Chickens

It was night. It became morning. The short-legged black hen jumped to the roof, pecked at the sky and picked seven stars.
She threw the stars in front of her chickens. The chickens ate the stars. On the head of each of them grew a silver crest. Seeing the chickens, the moon shouted: "Gee! My children have grown arms and legs!" And pulled them up.
The hen said: "No! These are my children". And pulled them down.
The hen pulled and the moon pulled.
It was morning. The chickens were stuck between the earth and the sky.

Writer: Shokoh Ghasemnia, Illustrator: Sana Rad

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