Rooster and Henny had always been content in their quiet corner of the countryside, where the days began with the soft glow of dawn and ended with the gentle hum of crickets. Their home was a cozy coop nestled beside a small cottage, surrounded by fields of wildflowers and the comforting rhythm of rural life. But whispers of the city had reached their little farm—tales of vibrant neon lights that danced in the night, of streets buzzing with energy, and of a world so different from their own. Rooster, with his fiery red comb and speckled feathers, was curious. Henny, his more reserved lady with her soft, mottled plumage, was skeptical but agreed to the adventure. They wanted to see this great city for themselves, to absorb its energy and feel the pulse of a place they’d only heard about in stories.
With a flutter of feathers and a determined strut, the two set off, leaving behind the familiar dirt paths and open skies for the promise of something new. The journey was long, and by the time they reached the city, the sun had dipped below the horizon, giving way to a spectacle that took their breath away. Towering buildings loomed overhead, their windows aglow with electric hues of pink, blue, and purple. Neon signs flickered and buzzed, casting a surreal light on the pavement below. The streets were alive with noise—honking cars, chattering voices, and the constant hum of machinery. Rooster’s eyes widened as he took it all in, his feathers catching the neon glow, making him shimmer in shades of magenta and cyan.
“Isn’t it something, Henny?” Rooster crowed, trying to muster enthusiasm as he dodged a speeding bicycle. “All these lights, all this energy—it’s like nothing we’ve ever seen!”
