I told the fledgling Osprey that there was a big big storm coming. He said,  “how big?” And I said, “so big that the sky was going to be stuffed plum-full edge to edge with wind and rain.” To which he replied, “does that mean that Chicken Little was right and the sky is going to fall?” And he twisted his head around upside down and tried to see all the way up into the heavens.