The Story of Robin Gallant

By T. K. Mamand

This is the story of a chick called Robin Gallant who, along with his brothers and sisters, a wicked fox stole because of their parents negligence. But Robin alone escapes and ends up living in a care home for other neglected chicks.

The wicked fox attacks the care home and takes Robin and some other chicks who lived there with him. But using his intelligent and careful actions, Robin escapes again and rescues his friends from the brutal paws and fangs.

The wicked fox vows to take revenge and makes a cunning plan. He attacks while Robin is playing in the street with other baby animals and chicks. But his plan fails, and the police arrest him.

The police take the wicked fox to the court, where the jury finds him guilty, and the judge issues a death sentence to restore the peace and safety of all baby animals and chicks in town. With his cunning and craftiness, the fox puts all the court members and visitors in fear of death and manages to escape from his punishment and leave all the court members in fear of their own lives.

One needs to read this book to find out how
Robin was abducted on the night before he was born and eventually escaped,
Robin was abducted again and escaped once more, and
the fox was arrested and left the court in fear for their lives so they let him go free.
Im sure that your kids will find this book very interesting.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Sep 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504990158

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Published by AuthorHouse 8/27/2015

ISBN: 978-1-5049-9014-1 (sc)

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To my late parents, Mr. and Mrs. M. Jan, who live in my heart and soul. My heart sinks when I realize I can’t see them again in my life.

Acknowledgments

A special thanks to Mr. Michael Down, who assisted me in the writing of this story.

Contents

Chapter 1: Fun Fair

Chapter 2: The Birth of Robin

Chapter 3: Sara’s Care Home

Chapter 4: The Fox’s Attack

Chapter 5: Operation Chickens Rescue

Chapter 6: Celebration on the Fox’s Death

Chapter 7: Search for Identity

Chapter 8: The Fox’s Trial

Chapter 9: The Court’s Judgment

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Chapter 1: Fun Fair

January 30, 2013

In the town of Birmingham, a graceful rooster known as Samson Gallant and his beautiful wife, Jude, were living happily. The tall and muscular Samson had brownish bright eyes and red, shining feathers. He did not have a comb or wattles. Whenever he walked around town with his beautiful wife, as they passed, the birds, animals, and people would turn their heads and say, What a beautiful couple!

His gorgeous wife had stunning height, a long, beautiful neck, and beautiful, shiny yellow feathers. Compared to her husband, she was sensitive and careful. She loved Mr. Gallant very much and respected his every little wish.

Samson was the wrestling champion of fowls in the town. No fowl could stand against him. In fact he was the roosters’ king. He was very good-natured and friendly. He respected everyone, had no envy, and was fond of parties. He was very brave, which made him reckless.

Samson entered the house happily and whistling. He went straight upstairs into the bedroom, where Mrs. Gallant was hatching the eggs. Hello, Jude, he said.

Hello, Samson, replied Jude. You look very happy, and you’re back very quickly.

Yes, I’m happy, said Samson. Everyone must be happy when he’s going to be a father. Tomorrow at any time, I hope I can become a father of ten chicks, if you’ve shown no negligence.

You needn’t tell me about my duty, answered Jude. You know me. I’m sensitive and careful. These are our first chicks. How can I be negligent and careless?

Samson laughed. I know. That is why I love you more than myself, but the time is going very slowly. I can’t wait till tomorrow. I’m very restless. I want to see my chicks today.

Patience is a very good thing, my dear husband. There is a saying, ‘Haste makes waste.’ I’m bored and tired as well with this still life. I would like to welcome them tomorrow. Seeing them today could make them ill and weak. Do you want to see them ill and weak or well and strong?

No, no! I want to see them like this. Then Samson raised his one arm in the air, made his chest wide, and stood on one leg, just like a bodybuilder. He showed his every muscle and looked at them and then at Jude.

Jude looked at his muscles and then at him. Then wait.

I have an idea. There is a floodlight fun fair in the local park. Why don’t we go there for a couple hours?

No, no! I can’t leave my chicks home alone. It’s dangerous to leave them unattended. We must be around them and say welcome to them in the new world when they come out of their shells themselves. If not, we’ll call the vet to bring them out safely.

Samson took one egg in his hand, looked at it closely, dropped his head one side, made a half cross from his beak, and showed his tongue hanging outside like a comedian. I’m sure this one will take after me. This egg resembles my face. I’ll name him Robin. Then he brought it close to his mouth. He tapped the egg slightly with his finger and asked the chick inside the egg, Hello? Shall we go to the party?

The chick inside the egg woke up with the word hello echoing inside. Samson tapped the shell again. The chick inside the egg put his fingers into his ears.

Hello, Robin. Shall we go to the party for a couple hours if you don’t mind, please? Samson asked the egg.

Who is there calling me Robin? the chick inside the egg asked himself. I can’t even straighten my legs here, and he wants to go to a party.

Looking at his funny face, Jude smiled, took the egg from his hand, and placed it back under her breast. There are ten of them. I’m sure someone will take after you, said she.

First, they are not chicks at the moment. They are in their shells, sleeping and resting, unaware of the new world. Second, we won’t be late. We’ll be home before the party finishes. I promise!

I can’t trust your promise. Often you don’t keep them.

I do! I promised I would marry you, and I did. Third, they won’t be unattended while we are at the fun fair.

What do you mean by that?

I’ve arranged the best security dog from the best security company, Samson answered.

Oh! You came with a plan, said Jude. But it’s still no. Look at my condition. I’m broody. Our kind doesn’t even join in for meals, and you’re taking me to the fun fair. Our people will create stories and make fun of me. They’ll call me careless, unloving, and hungry. A party mom. Can’t you see my feathers standing like porcupine quills? I don’t want them to call me ‘porcupine lady.’ That is shameful for hens.

Oh, you foolish, old-fashioned girl. Samson laughed. "That was your father’s time. Now the world has changed. Now we have equal rights with the humans and animals for education and speech, and we can live where we like and walk around the country without any fear or worry, which our forefathers couldn’t have even imagined.

Anyway this feels like a very long night. I can’t wait in the house till tomorrow. Stand up, wear your best dress, and put on your mascara and lipstick. Hide your head with a beautiful hat and your neck with your scarf, and don’t talk much. I’ll speak for you. I’ll say you’ve got a bad throat. I want to make this night historical. He stood up with shrugged shoulders and his head in. He pressed his beak to his chest and talked with pleading in his eyes.

She thought a little and felt the evening was long and boring as well. The clock was dead slow. She looked into his eyes and saw great fatherly love in there.

His speech had convinced her, and she had no answer. Reluctantly she said, On one condition.

What’s that? Samson looked at her mouth.

We must be back before midnight, said Jude.

Oh, yes, yes! I do promise, replied Samson. We’ll come back before midnight.

I remind you again. You often don’t keep your promises, and then you say, ‘I’m sorry I forgot.’

No, no! This is a special night. I’ll keep my promise. Please? He thought for a second and remembered some of the promises he had not kept. He looked at her. This is a different situation.

Jude got herself ready as he told her. They heard the doorbell.

Aha! That’ll be the security dog, I suppose, exclaimed Samson.

Oh! You planned and arranged everything and then told me later, Jude said.

I didn’t want to waste time, Samson replied.

Samson opened the door and found a white Staffordshire Bull Terrier with a black spot on one eye.

He was wearing a fine security uniform. Hello, Mr. Gallant. My name is Tony. People call me Tony the Hunter. My company sent me for security of your house tonight.

Hello, Tony. Nice to see you on time. Samson smiled. We are expecting chicks tomorrow, and my wife is worried about their safety. Every ten minutes, will you make sure no one is hanging around our house?

Don’t worry for a second, sir, Tony said confidently. "Enjoy your night with a peace