The following is an excerpt from adaptation by Rick Walton.
Once upon a time there was a tiny, tiny chicken named Chicken Little. One day Chicken Little was scratching in the garden when something fell on her head.

“Oh,” cried Chicken Little, “the sky is falling. I must go tell the king.”

So Chicken Little ran and ran, and she met Henny Penny.

“Where do you travel so fast, Chicken Little?” asked Henny Penny.

“Ah, Henny Penny,” said Chicken Little, “the sky is falling, and I must go and tell the king.”

“How do you know that the sky is falling, Chicken Little?” asked Henny Penny.

“I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and a bit of it fell on my head,” said Chicken Little.

We’re having lots and lots of company this weekend for Davis’ bar mitzvah. So imagine my surprise when I looked up and saw the entire ceiling of our dining room sagging.

Not a little.

A lot.

Seems the toilet upstairs has been leaking.

Not a little, evidently.

A lot.

So we poked a hole and put a bucket down. I just hope the ceiling doesn’t fall.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Cross your fingers.

Oy vey.