The judge banged her gavel, more in frustration than to bring order to the court. The charge: attempted chaos. The jury had heard from Chicken Little who alleged the sky was falling. The police claimed Fox spread the rumor subliminally on his bedtime story podcast. He then lay in wait around the corner from the henhouse, where he assaulted Little. Big Old Fox denied having done any such thing.
Little cackled, “We will all perish.”
Fox asserted she was crazy. Ugly, too.
The judge adjusted her spectacles and searched among her papers. “We have a process. I’m sure it’s here somewhere.”