Chicken Little Page #4

Take the walk. You hear me? Just take the walk!

But, coach, wait! Don't swing!

Nervous, gangly, barely able to hold the pine, Little advances to the box. He's going to bat from the right.

Make it the left. No, the right.

The right. Easy out!

Left field's found something better to do, center field's got a hunger pang in his second stomach and right field's digging for grubs. Play ball!

Why him?

Why now?

I won't embarrass you, Dad. Not this time.

Here's the wind-up, the pitch! It's a high cutter.

Ball!

Uh... Strike one!

I'm not going to sugarcoat it. I've seen roadkill with faster reflexes.

The catcher lays down the signals. Here's the pitch.

Curve ball low and outside, he swings!

Stee-rike two!

Ohh!

I said, don't swing!

Don't swing!

No! Batter up!

That's two in the hole!

One more strike, it's a punch out, folks, and we're all going home.

Today is a new day.

Don't swing!

Well, take away my squeaky toy! It's a hit!

A hit? A hit?

A hit?

The batter is unbelievably at home plate.

He's standing in a daze. Run, kid, run!

Go, son! Run! Run!

Run!

There he goes, the wrong way.

Wait, wait, wait! No, no! Not that way!

Run the other way! Turn around!

He's turned! I've never said these words before, but he's actually rounding home plate!

Goosey steps on home... A new day!

A tie game! They're scrambling in the alley.

Looks like Rodriguez has it. Nope, it's the center fielder!

Mayhem in the outfield, as Rodriguez is fired to second.

Catch is complete, but where's the ball?

Little touches the bag and keeps going. A hunt for the rock.

The fielders are having trouble. Commotion out there!

It's stuck! It's stuck! Tip the cow!

It's the old tip-the-cow play.

He heads for the hot corner, a stand-up triple!

Yes! Hold up! No!

He's going for the whole enchilada!

The ball of wax, kit and caboodle!

Go back! You're never gonna make it!

Tries to lighten his load!

The outfield behind, Little's on all cylinders!

He slides for the dish!

It's going to be a photo finish at home!

You're out!

Oh, folks. Folks, what a heartbreaker.

Wait! Wait!

Wait a cotton-picking second. Hold your horses, here, and horses hold your breath. This might not be over. He...

He's...

Safe! The runner is safe!

It's all over, folks!

The Acorns have done the impossible!

For the first time in 20 years, we won the pennant!

Mothers, kiss your babies! You've witnessed a miracle!

Remember where you were at this moment. The smells! The sounds!

There's a new winner in town and his name is Chicken Little!

That was just a lucky hit!

Yes, Chicken Little, it's all yours!

The victory, the triumph, the glory!

And getting doused with a sticky drink that soaks into your undies and chafes for hours!

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