6.

"We'd better pack our bags now, son." Buck declared the next day. The pair had been eating breakfast, although neither had much of an appetite. "The mayor will be kicking us out of town soon."

Chicken Little nodded, a gloomy expression on his face. He had been up all night worrying about this. After all, how could he explain to his friends that he'd been banished because he apparently gave the mayor a turkey for Thanksgiving?

When they'd finished their breakfast, Buck collected up the plates and put them in the dishwasher, while Chicken Little went into the front room. After a while, Buck joined him, looking out of the front window. Chicken Little tried to watch TV, but he couldn't show interest. At least the incident last night didn't make it onto the news.

Suddenly, he heard a vehicle pull up outside their house. Please let that be the school bus, he thought to himself, but his father's expression made it clear who the car belonged to.

"Here he is," Buck sighed forlornly, as Chicken Little came over to join him by the window.

The two chickens looked out at a large black car, its dark paint shining in the sunlight. They both recognised this car, and the silver turkey head on the front of it destroyed any hopes they had of it being someone else. As they watched, the mayor got out, followed by his wife, his daughter and two bodyguards. Even is his sad state, Buck found it slightly funny that the Lurkeys walked up the path in a line; Mayor Lurkey at the front, then Gail, then Emma. Well, there IS a quail in the family...

Then there was a knock on the door, and Buck rushed to answer it; his chances weren't very good, but they won't get any better if he kept the mayor waiting.

In a few minutes, the Lurkeys were sitting on the sofa, their bodyguards standing beside them. Buck sat in his old chair, with Chicken Little on his knee. They stared at their guests until Buck broke the silence.

"So," he began. "How's your daughter, Mayor?"

"She had a difficult night." the mayor replied, looking at his daughter, who was holding a toy spaceship in one hand and flying it around in front of her. "How are you, honey?"

"I'm tired," Emma replied, playing with the spaceship.

"Okay," Mayor Lurkey patted his daughter on the head, then turned to look at the two chickens.

"Well," he began. "I've been talking with my family, and then I've had a further talk with the City Council, and we've decided - well, some people objected, mostly friends of the Loxy family, but most of us agree-"

One of the bodyguards then held up a cue card, which read; 'Get to the point'.

"Oh, if I had a nickle for everytime I've seen that one..." Chicken Little heard Gail mutter.

"Well," he continued. "We've decided, given the events of last night-"

"We'll get packing." Buck replied forlornly.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You're going to kick us out. I don't blame you, considering what happened, but we'll get packing. Come on, son."

"What do you mean?" asked Emma, looking up. "They're not getting kicked out, are they, Daddy?"

"I was going to kick you out," the mayor began. "But then we found out where that turkey really came from. My mother and her friend came across this fox just after you left."

"She was with a goose," Emma continued. "And they'd been very bad."

Chicken Little frowned. "I think I know who you mean."

"The fox had a reciept in her pocket, which showed how she'd bought the turkey. The pair of them refused to speak at first - although the goose can't talk, so I don't think she'd have got very far - but when we brought in the authorities, she confessed everything. This fox, who shall remain nameless for the sake of secrecy -"

"I think they know who she is, dear." Gail interrupted, then turned to Chicken Little. "Are you familiar with Foxy Loxy?"

Chicken Little nodded.

"I thought so. Anyway, she'd put that turkey in place of your pudding, and then she and her friend had snuck into Mrs Bullhorn's garden to watch it. They apparently thought it was very funny." Gail shuddered at the thought.

"It's not funny." Emma frowned. "Not funny at all."
"You're right there, honey." Mayor Lurkey replied. "But don't worry, she's been punished. There's another thing we have to tell you..."

"Go ahead, Mayor." Buck nodded.

"Well, before Foxy played her little trick, we all had such a good time. After a lot of consideration, we've decided to legalise Thanksgiving."

A big grin appeared on Chicken Little's face. His father ruffled the feathers on the top of his son's head.

"So my son could convince you after all?"

"I guess so. But there is one condition..."

Then the mayor told them about the new rule.

When the townsfolk realised that Mayor Lurkey had legalised Thanksgiving, they thought he had been a bit confused. Then they read the paper, and they understood.

'From next year', the Oakey Oaks gazette declared. 'Oakey Oaks will play host to vegetarian Thanksgiving celebrations. Mayor Turkey Lurkey states that; "This will allow us to celebrate the holiday without going along with that disgusting menu."'

The townsfolk knew that was better than nothing. In fact, the only one not happy was Foxy.

"Leave it to a turkey to make a vegetarian Thanksgiving!" she scowled to Goosey. "It'll never last; it'll go bust, like all of Chicken Loser's ideas!"

"Hey! Be quiet back there!" Their supervisor called. Since they were too young to suffer any serious punishment, Foxy and Goosey were made to clean the school cafeteria every night. Needless to say, it was no fun, and neither of them were happy.

Chicken Little and his dad, on the other hand, were very happy, and the celebrations were a success.