there was a dear little chicken named
One morning as she was scratching in her garden, a pebble fell off the roof and hit her on the head.
"Oh, dear me!" she cried, "the sky is falling. I must go and tell the King," and away she ran down the road.
Well, as we all know, the sky wasn't falling!
But last year, Chicken Little was hit again. This time she was hit by a huge rise in energy prices.
"Oh, dear me!" she cried, "we're out of energy. I must go and tell the President," and away she ran down the road.
Well, as we will soon find out, we're not out of energy. We're just running a little short of energy to waste.
Now this year, Chicken Little is being hit again. This time she is being hit by a huge rise in food prices.
"Oh, dear me!" she cries, "we're out of food. I must go and tell the President," and away she ran down the road.
Well, as we will soon find out (again), we're not out of food. We just turned a little too much food into energy.
But next year, Chicken Little will be hit again. This time she will be hit by a huge worldwide drought.
"Oh, dear me!" she'll cry, "we're out of water. I must go and tell the President," and away she ran down the road.
Well, as we will soon find out, this time Chicken Little is right! We squandered the water from our rivers, our lakes, our fossil water supplies. Came to rely on "normal precipitation", rain coming at the right time in the right amount. Just where and when we wanted it. So we could grow more grains to feed out cattle, our pigs, and our cars. Now, we aren't really running out of water; in fact we're going to be bailing out our cities for all we're worth. We'll be up to our asses in water - salt water. Just as the Ancient Mariner said: Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.
There's a great irony here - but I'm not at all sure what it is.
Chicken Little
One morning as she was scratching in her garden, a pebble fell off the roof and hit her on the head.
"Oh, dear me!" she cried, "the sky is falling. I must go and tell the King," and away she ran down the road.
Well, as we all know, the sky wasn't falling!
But last year, Chicken Little was hit again. This time she was hit by a huge rise in energy prices.
"Oh, dear me!" she cried, "we're out of energy. I must go and tell the President," and away she ran down the road.
Well, as we will soon find out, we're not out of energy. We're just running a little short of energy to waste.
Now this year, Chicken Little is being hit again. This time she is being hit by a huge rise in food prices.
"Oh, dear me!" she cries, "we're out of food. I must go and tell the President," and away she ran down the road.
Well, as we will soon find out (again), we're not out of food. We just turned a little too much food into energy.
But next year, Chicken Little will be hit again. This time she will be hit by a huge worldwide drought.
"Oh, dear me!" she'll cry, "we're out of water. I must go and tell the President," and away she ran down the road.
Well, as we will soon find out, this time Chicken Little is right! We squandered the water from our rivers, our lakes, our fossil water supplies. Came to rely on "normal precipitation", rain coming at the right time in the right amount. Just where and when we wanted it. So we could grow more grains to feed out cattle, our pigs, and our cars. Now, we aren't really running out of water; in fact we're going to be bailing out our cities for all we're worth. We'll be up to our asses in water - salt water. Just as the Ancient Mariner said: Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.
There's a great irony here - but I'm not at all sure what it is.
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