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I do not own Chicken Little. Chicken Little is owned by Disney. I only lay claim to Chauncey Cheetah.

Chapter 3

"He seems like a nice guy," Abby said at lunch as she began to chow down some cookies. Runt was eating some potato chips, Chicken Little was munching his feed, while Fish had just finished up his lunch.

As they ate, they were watching Chauncey eat a huge, healthy lunch with some other sixth graders. The cheetah was eating a sandwich with an enormous vegetable salad and an all-natural, plant-based chocolate protein shake.

Based on the looks of their faces, Chauncey seemed to be having a great conversation with the sixth graders sitting with him.

"What do you think he's talking about with them?" Runt asked, pulling a pudding out of his huge lunch bag.

"I'm not sure, but it would be rude to intrude and stare at them. They might think we're up to something if we do," Chicken Little stated, finishing off the last of his feed.

They soon saw Chauncey lift his protein shake bottle after he had finished drinking it. With a shooting motion, the cheetah threw the bottle clear across the cafeteria, and it landed right in the middle of a trash can against the far wall the can was next to.

Everyone at the table cheered and high-fived Chauncey as he smiled and thanked everyone.

However, what Chicken Little noticed that the cheetah did not was Foxy Loxy glaring at the cheetah from her table, which happened to be behind the table Chauncey sat at. The chicken had a gut feeling that whatever she was looking at him for, it was not any good.

Fish tapped Chicken Little on the shoulder, making the Chicken turn his head to face his friend. "What is it Fish?" he asked.

Fish said something that asked him, "Is everything alright?"

Everything was not alright, but Chicken Little just brushed it off his mind. "Yeah, everything's okay. Just finished my feed for today's lunch."

Fish gave him a look but nodded and turned his head to stare off into space.

After Chauncey had finished off his huge lunch, he skillfully shot every piece of trash he had into the same trash can he had thrown the bottle into. Everyone was astonished at how good the cheetah was at shooting anything into its right place.

As the cheetah walked, he saw Chicken Little and his friends, and smiled at them, waving his paw.

Chicken Little and his friends smiled and did the same to the tall cheetah.

After he was out of sight, Chicken Little stated, "When he first walked into Mutton, he sure seemed a lot like Foxy at first."

"What makes you say that?" Abby wondered.

"The way he was dressed and the way he smelled. He sure smelled good and was dressed in pretty cool clothes, but that means he might become popular like Foxy and her friends."

"Hey, just because he might become that way, doesn't mean he'll be like Foxy," Abby assured him.

"I guess time will tell whether he does or not," Chicken Little concluded.

Shoving his books into his locker, Chauncey began to walk toward physical education. According to some other students, he heard they were going to play dodgeball. "I shouldn't have too much of a problem with that," the cheetah thought.

As he walked, he did not notice Foxy Loxy glaring at him. "I'll show him what it means to steal my thunder!" she thought, palming a fist into her hand once he was out of earshot.

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Soon, he saw Chicken Little and his friends walking toward the gymnasium themselves.

"Hey guys!" Chauncey greeted.

"What's up Chauncey? How was lunch?" Chicken Little asked.

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. Just my typical sandwich, salad, and protein shake," he replied.

"What class are you heading to now?" Chicken Little wondered.

"I'm off to physical education. What about you guys?" Chauncey asked.

"Same. I heard we are doing dodgeball. Again," Chicken Little sighed.

"Yeah, that's what some of my fellow sixth graders told me," Chauncey said, understanding.

They all nodded as they began to make their way toward the gym.

Soon the five were at the gym doors. Chauncey politely pushed one of the doors open and let them walk in.

"Thank you, Chauncey," the four said to him.

"You're welcome," the cheetah smiled as he let the door close behind him once the four were inside.

The gym was a lot bigger than Chauncey imagined. Sure, he was much taller than anyone else at Oakey Oaks Middle School, but the size of the gym astonished the cheetah. He saw the two basketball hoops at each end of the gym and smiled.

Just as he finished glancing around, the coach walked out with a rubber dodgeball in his paw. "Okay kids, you know what to do. Dodgeball!"

The class immediately split up into two teams. Chicken Little and company quickly went with the unpopular kids, while Chauncey went to the other side to join the popular kids. He was stopped short, however, by Foxy Loxy sticking out one of her arms to block his way.

"Sorry Chauncey, but you seem to be on the wrong team," the vixen sneered, with Goosey Loosey right behind her. The cheetah, however, was unfazed by their menacing appearances.

Chauncey looked back at the unpopular kids' side and saw they were being quickly overwhelmed by the popular kids. "Hmmm…maybe you're right Foxy," he said, trying to be as cool as possible. The cheetah walked back to the unpopular kids' side while Foxy and Goosey giggled at him.

Fish stared at the cheetah. "It's not fair. He's already being picked on even though he just got here and didn't do anything wrong," he thought.

Being sure that his friends were not watching, he snuck up to the cheetah.

Chauncey noticed and gave him a determined smile. "Ready for this Fish?"

Fish nodded and gave him a determined grin of his own. However, a ball whipped past them, barely missing Chauncey. "Get that cheetah!" Foxy shouted.

Soon everyone on the opposing team turned their attention on Chauncey. Fish did not know what to do or how Chauncey would get out of this situation.

However, to his astonishment, Chauncey either dodged or caught and quickly threw any ball he caught back at the opposing players and got them out. Fish was in awe at how fast the cheetah was at reacting whenever a ball came near him. He would either catch it or merely dodge it.

With newfound determination, Fish joined the cheetah, a smirk on his face.

After about half an hour of straight dodging, catching, and tagging, there were only four kids left. The popular kids' side had Foxy and Goosey left, while Chauncey and Fish remained on the unpopular kids' side.

Chauncey clutched two dodgeballs in his hands, while Fish only had one. Most of the balls were on Foxy's and Goosey's side of the gym. The rest of the class watched, holding their breath for their respective teams.

Foxy threw a ball, aiming at Chauncey. With no effort at all, the cheetah simply caught the ball and threw the ball as lightly as possible to avoid hurting either one of his opponents.

Foxy tried to dodge the ball thrown but was completely caught off guard. The ball hit her head, making her stumble and trip over her tail. She fell on her back as everyone on the unpopular kids' side burst into laughter.

With a smile of satisfaction, Chauncey and Fish high-fived each other.

Foxy, however, was not happy.

She got up and charged at the cheetah, her clawed paws now in fists. Chauncey's eyes widened in horror. The vixen leapt into the air, ready to attack the cheetah. Chauncey tried to run away from the vixen, but somehow found himself unable to move as Foxy scratched at his side, inflicting a small wound on the cheetah.

"Ow!" Chauncey exclaimed as he temporarily lost his balance, clutching at his right hip.

"Foxy Loxy!" the coach shouted as he grabbed her by the back of her neck. Muttering under his breath, he escorted her to the principal's office.

Everyone was shocked at what they witnessed, even Goosey Loosey. Foxy Loxy had never hurt anyone like that before.

Fish was at Chauncey's side, trying to help him. He said something like, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Fish. It's nothing really," the cheetah lifted his paw and revealed a small cut on his hip, with blood slowly oozing out.

Fish gasped.

"Chauncey Cheetah! Come with me immediately!" the coach called out.

"Yes coach!" the cheetah obeyed as he followed the coach out of the gym.

"Abby, why do you think Foxy did that to Chauncey?" Runt whimpered, still shocked from what he had seen.

"I honestly don't know. She had never done anything like that before," she sighed.

"Maybe it's because she's upset that he has taken her status as the most popular student at the school?" Chicken Little offered.

"Could be," Fish tried to say.

"Foxy hurt him. Why didn't he fight back?" Runt wondered.

"Maybe it's because he preferred not getting into trouble as well. I think it was smart of him to do that. That way he will go to the nurse instead of the principal's office," Abby explained.

"I guess he is a good kid after all," Chicken Little said.

Everyone nodded in agreement.