It was a busy morning in the barnyard when Mollie heard a tiny peep from under a bush.
She sniffed closer and found a little yellow chick, shaking and alone. “Hi there,” Mollie whispered. “Where’s your mama?”
The chick peeped sadly. Mollie looked around—no hen in sight. But there! Tiny footprints led away from the bush. Mollie gently nosed the chick onto her back and followed the trail.
Through tall grass, past the duck pond, and around the haystack they went. The chick chirped softly each time Mollie stopped to sniff.
Finally, they heard loud clucking—Mama Hen was frantically searching near the cornfield. “There you are!” she clucked as Mollie returned the chick to her wings.
The chick chirped happily, safe again. Mollie wagged her tail, her heart warm.
Moral: Even the smallest can find their way—with a little help.