Sheriff Cluck and the Trouble at Tumbleweed Town

Synopsis

Sheriff Cluck and the Trouble at Tumbleweed Town Picture Book Layout Page 1 Long ago in the dusty Wild West, there was a tiny desert town called Tumbleweed Town. Illustration: A sunny western town with tumbleweeds, wooden buildings, and desert hills. Page 2 The town had: One saloon One bakery One jail cell And one very unusual sheriff Illustration: Funny map-style picture showing each building. Page 3 His name was Sheriff Cluck. Illustration: Big reveal of Sheriff Cluck standing proudly. Page 4 Sheriff Cluck was not tall. He was not scary. And he definitely did not have a mustache. Because Sheriff Cluck was a chicken. Illustration: Sheriff Cluck trying to look serious while tiny chicks admire him. Page 5 Every morning, Sheriff Cluck marched through town wearing: A shiny sheriff badge Tiny cowboy boots A brown cowboy hat with holes for his feathers Illustration: Sheriff Cluck marching proudly through town. Page 6 “Morning, Sheriff!” the townsfolk called. “Bawk-howdy!” Sheriff Cluck replied proudly. Illustration: Townsfolk waving and laughing happily. Page 7 Sheriff Cluck took his job very seriously. He helped old turtles cross the road. Illustration: Sheriff Cluck helping slow turtles cross Main Street. Page 8 He stopped cactus-chewing goats from eating gardens. Illustration: Goats chewing cactus while Sheriff Cluck chases them. Page 9 And every Friday, he broke up pie-eating contests before they became too competitive. Illustration: Messy pie contest with whipped cream flying everywhere. Page 10 But one hot afternoon, trouble rolled into town. Illustration: Dark wagon entering town while dust blows dramatically. Page 11 A dusty black wagon creaked down the street. Inside sat the meanest outlaw in the desert. Bandit Bob Coyote. Illustration: Bandit Bob glaring from the wagon. Page 12 Bandit Bob wore a black hat and a grumpy frown. “This town belongs to me now!” he shouted. Illustration: Bandit Bob jumping from the wagon dramatically. Page 13 The townsfolk gasped. Mrs. Maple dropped her blueberry pie. The barber fainted into a cactus. Illustration: Funny chaos in the street. Page 14 Even the tumbleweeds seemed nervous. Illustration: Funny scared tumbleweeds with cartoon eyes. Page 15 Sheriff Cluck stepped forward slowly. Tap. Tap. Tap. Illustration: Close-up of tiny cowboy boots walking through dust. Page 16 Bandit Bob laughed loudly. “You?” he howled. “You’re just a chicken!” Illustration: Bandit Bob pointing and laughing. Page 17 Sheriff Cluck puffed out his feathers. “I may be a chicken,” he said bravely, “but I am the sheriff of Tumbleweed Town.” Illustration: Hero pose with sunset behind Sheriff Cluck. Page 18 “Well then, Sheriff…” said Bandit Bob. “Let’s have a showdown at sunset!” Illustration: Dramatic western standoff pose. Page 19 The whole town gathered to watch. Illustration: Crowd peeking through windows and hiding behind barrels. Page 20 At sunset, Sheriff Cluck stood in the middle of Main Street. The wind blew dust through the air. Illustration: Classic western showdown scene. Page 21 Bandit Bob narrowed his eyes. Sheriff Cluck swallowed nervously. Illustration: Funny close-up of nervous Sheriff Cluck sweating. Page 22 A bell rang. DING! Illustration: Large bell ringing dramatically. Page 23 Bandit Bob reached for his slingshot— But suddenly— FLAP! FLAP! FLAP! Illustration: Sheriff Cluck flapping wildly into the air. Page 24 His wings flapped wildly. Feathers exploded everywhere! Illustration: Feathers covering the whole street. Page 25 Bandit Bob got so startled that he tripped backward into a water trough. SPLASH! Illustration: Huge silly splash everywhere. Page 26 The townsfolk burst into laughter. Illustration: Everyone laughing and pointing. Page 27 Bandit Bob crawled out soaking wet and covered in green pond slime. “I got defeated by a chicken…” he groaned. Illustration: Sad soggy Bandit Bob covered in slime. Page 28 Sheriff Cluck blinked in surprise. He had won. Again. Illustration: Confused Sheriff Cluck looking around. Page 29 The crowd cheered loudly. “HOORAY FOR SHERIFF CLUCK!” Illustration: Town celebration with cheering crowds. Page 30 Sheriff Cluck tipped his cowboy hat. “Justice,” he said proudly, “comes in all shapes and feathers.” Illustration: Heroic Sheriff Cluck smiling proudly. Page 31 From that day on, nobody in the Wild West laughed at Sheriff Cluck again. Well… Maybe just a little. Illustration: Sheriff Cluck walking proudly through town. Page 32 But only because he still said: “Bawk-howdy!” Every single morning. Illustration: Final cheerful scene with sunrise over Tumbleweed Town.