The moon shone in the room.

It felt cool in the coop and Fran felt a chill.

"Hoo, hoo!" Fran said, with a hop. "I will sweep the coop."

Fran has a broom.

Fran gets up to sweep the coop.

Zoom! Fran runs with the broom in the coop.

Poof! Dust shoots up!

Fran gets a scoop of dust and puts it in the trash.

Then Fran sees a boot.

"Not mine," Fran said. The boot will not move.

Fran fluffs her wings and gives a cluck.

Then Fran goes to roost and has a nap.