The village buzzes with anticipation as families prepare for the annual chicken race. Children dart between the pens, their laughter ringing out, while parents set up picnic blankets along the edge of the grassy track. The air is filled with the scent of fresh bread and wildflowers, mingling with the earthy aroma of the chickens. Today, the most daring children will become chicken jockeys, and the whole village will cheer them on.
Milo, a wiry boy with bright eyes, gently pats his chicken, Snowball, hoping she’ll be fast today. "Come on, Snowball, we can do it! Just like we practiced," he whispers, trying to keep his nerves down. The trainer steps forward, her cane tapping the ground, "Remember, little ones, your chicken is your teammate. Gentle hands and a calm voice will guide her best." The children nod, determination glowing on their faces.
Milo swings his leg onto Snowball's back, careful not to startle her. Each child holds tight, balancing with practiced ease. The village chief raises his hat, signaling the start is near. "On your marks!" he calls, his deep voice carrying. Excitement crackles in the air as chickens shuffle and jockeys grip the reins.
Milo leans forward, urging Snowball with gentle words. "Come on, Snowball! You’re the fastest chicken here, I know it! We just have to keep going, together!" Snowball weaves around obstacles, but halfway through, she hesitates, startled by a fluttering ribbon. Milo takes a deep breath and steadies her with a soft pat. "It’s okay, girl. We’ve got this," he says, and together, they surge forward once more.
Milo and Snowball cross the line, breathing hard but beaming with pride. Whether they win or lose, the crowd welcomes each jockey with cheers and hugs. Children help their chickens to water bowls, whispering thanks and sharing treats. The festival air is thick with celebration, the sense of achievement shining in every young face.
Milo sits beside Snowball, stroking her feathers as lanterns begin to glow. "Thank you for running with me," he whispers. As the villagers head home, they carry with them more than trophies—there’s new respect for teamwork, responsibility, and the joy of trying something extraordinary together. The tradition of the chicken race lives on, weaving new memories into the heart of the village, year after year.
