That night, Chickie kept tossing and turning on his dish, unable to sleep. He didn't know what time it was, except that the Biscuits had not yet started their dawn chorus so he guessed that it was still night time.
He decided that there was only one thing to do: he would go exploring - he would make a great discovery before his friends in the fridge had even woken up so that he would be a hero.
He tiptoed out of the fridge, as only a chicken salad sandwich can, and quietly went out through the back door of the house. He looked out at the world - it was pitch black, there was no moon and he realised that this wasn't going to be the easiest night to make a big discovery.
Nevertheless, he summoned up as much courage as he could and made his way across the patio. On the other side of the patio was where the 'jungle' started. The grass was very high because the humans had not bothered to cut it. To Chickie, it seemed as if he was crossing some vast ocean, an ocean which might lead him ... to where?
Chickie sets out on his adventure.
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