GIW - Chill, Grannypig!

Cock, the barn’s official rooster, suddenly shatters the still, dark, smelly chill of early morning. Suddenly, even the pond and forest nearby was making a fuss. A chattering squirrel started a feud with a family of nearby blue jays.
 
Again and louder, as though quality was volume, he rang out. “Rrrrooooo!   Ooo-oooh,”
 
The sheep in the barn, who were affectionately nicknamed “The Counting Sheep” owing to their leader, Sheep 420’s odd habits following the alfalfa-fertilizer accident, were nervous and easily woken, especially 420.            
 
“Listen!” 420 said.
 
Sheep 70 always cared what 420 thought, so he commented right away. “I hear crickets! And frogs! And a squooshy, chewy sound!”
 
Sheep 3 chews his cud loudly and turns his face toward Sheep 70.
                      
Sheep 70 felt sure what annoyed him this morning. “Stop chewing your cud in my ear! …oh, if sheep could kill!”  
 
70 walks around to the other side of 420 to avoid slipping into more outbursts.
 
Sheep 420 decides to clarify what's on his mind. “He still can't crow and we have to listen to him all day!”
 
Sheep 3 decides he should change the subject and offered the barn the first of many news bulletins he and his pals had planned together before hitting the hay standing up.
 
“This just in last night: Willy wondered why Heather was working so hard on fattening his owner, the dog. Daddy didn't, but he had bigger fish to fry. His farm was not on his mind....Mommy was! Stay tuned for more breaking news”
 
Daddy is down at the barn on his cell phone. Such a poor idea must have a good reason behind it. Animals can sense this. They get annoyingly close and quizzical.
 
Grannypig can no longer wait for attention. “I'm having a terrible craving for ice cream and pickles. Come on, Daddy Farmer! Whatcha got for me! I'm hungry, again!"
 
While 420 is worshipped by his pals, he isn't above mistakes. Especially when starting his hit piece.
 
 “Grannypig seems pretty hefty lately.” He opined.
 
Being a good pal, 70 corrects him.
 
“Shhhh! Be polite. He's on the phone.”
 
Sheep 3 is shocked at the hack journalism, snorting at a whisper “You're just trying to eavesdrop!”
 
Sheep 3 leans his ear closer to Daddy Farmer.
 
Grannypig has her public image to defend. The phone call is nothing to her now.
 
 “I've always wanted to try mutton!” Grannypig glares hatefully at sheep 420.
 
Sheep 420 knows that the time for good journalism is now. “Grannypig also seems a bit hormonal.... And, you know, I actually advance the plot line, unlike SOME sheep! Bug off, Grannypig!”
 
Sheep 420 fearfully evades a slow but angry Grannypig.
 
“Slow down just a little, I dare you! I'm vicious when disrespected!” She puffed, out of breath.
 
Brawling barn animals begin to migrate away from daddy Farmer leaving room for him to make his call.