Gertrude McCluck lived a dull life in a dull henhouse, in a dull town. The only slightly interesting activity in this dull town was the corn maze. Unfortunately, to Gertrude's dismay, the corn farmer would not tolerate chickens.

But Gertrude had no interest in eating the corn! She just wanted to live out the thrill of finding her way through the intense labyrinth. So Gertrude assembled a rebellion of maze-yearning chickens. One day they accumulated in the hayloft, to discuss their means of transportation.

"We could walk!" said one ambitious cockerel.

"You young folk are crazy! We should hitch a ride on the family cow, she's an old friend of mine," said Beatrice, the oldest and wisest of the bunch.

"We wouldn't all fit on a cow. What about the oxen? Some of us could perch on those beefy horns," chimed in Escargot, the foreign exchange chicken; he was a Sumatra. Everyone envied him.

The chickens whom deeply coveted Escargot's "coolness", cheered on his proposal. Since majority rules, all the chickens were to board Frank and Hank, the oxen, at sunrise tomorrow.

The next morning everything was going as planned; and Gertrude McCluck was being a brave and powerful leader.

"All aboard the oxen. Everyone on? Ok, onward!" Gertrude clucked in her highest pan of voice.

The oxen stampeded towards the distant mirage of enjoyment—THE CORN MAZE.

The 23 chickens, all teetered on the oxen.

After 20 excruciating minutes, the corn maze was in sight. Unfortunately, so was the farmer. Frank and Hank avoided the farmer, by sneaking to the back entrance. They had reached their ultimate goal! All the chickens splayed off in different directions, enjoying themselves like never before.

Gertrude was excited; she was completely oblivious of the direction she was heading. Instead of ending up in the middle of the maze, their official meeting spot, Gertrude found herself in the front entrance, where the farmer was plucking a freshly slaughtered old layer. Gertrude was so startled she let out a booming squawk. The evil farmer turned his head and saw Gertrude in a frenzied state. Gertrude fled as fast as chickenly possible.

Back at the rendezvous spot, the oxen and chickens, heard the piercing shriek. They all hopped on the oxen, and away they went, trampling the corn maze.

They arrived at the scene. The corn farmer was about to place Gertrude in the killing cone, when Frank, the beefier ox, trampled the helpless corn farmer. Then Hank, the kindly ox, scooped up Gertrude McCluck with his nose. Gertrude came back from her hazy state, and thanked everyone for their heroic gestures. And then apologized. She felt horrible for endangering the lives of loyal friends.

The oxen lumbered home into the sunset. And for the rest of their short lives, the animals remembered the life lesson they experienced first hand on this day: to always be content with what you have; but remember to throw in some adventure!