In the peaceful pre-dawn hours, Rocky the Rooster stood tall on his favorite beam in the chicken coop. The stars still twinkled in the dark blue sky, and a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the old oak tree. Luna the Owl watched from her perch nearby, her wise eyes glowing in the darkness.
“Today feels special,” Rocky whispered to Luna, his golden stripe in his tail feathers catching the starlight. “The sun seems extra sleepy this morning.”
Luna nodded knowingly, her heart-shaped face marking visible in the dim light. “Then it’s especially important that you do your job well today, Rocky,” she hooted softly.
As the time for sunrise approached, Rocky began to worry. The sky wasn’t brightening as it usually did. He paced back and forth on the coop roof, his red comb bobbing with each step.
“Luna,” he called out anxiously, “the sun should be waking up by now! What if it’s too tired to rise?”
Luna ruffled her feathers thoughtfully. “Perhaps it needs extra encouragement today, Rocky. Your morning call is more important than ever.”
Rocky stood taller, understanding the importance of his mission. “But I’ve never had to wake up the sun before! What if my crow isn’t loud enough?”
Taking a deep breath, Rocky stretched his neck toward the sky. He filled his lungs with the cool morning air and let out the most magnificent crow of his life:
“COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOOOOO!”
His voice echoed across the farmyard, carrying magic in its sound. Suddenly, a golden glow appeared on the horizon. The sun began to peek over the distant hills, its rays reaching out like golden fingers across the land.
“You did it, Rocky!” Luna hooted excitedly, spreading her wings in celebration.
As morning light filled the farmyard, Rocky strutted proudly across the ground. Other farm animals began to wake up, greeting the beautiful day he had helped create.
“Thank you, Rocky,” Luna called as she prepared to return to her daytime rest. “You’ve shown that even the smallest among us can do very important things.”
Rocky smiled as he watched his friend fly away. From that day forward, he held his head a little higher, knowing that his morning song wasn’t just a wake-up call for the farm – it was a special magic that helped bring each new day to life.
“Good morning, sun,” he whispered happily. “See you again tomorrow!”