The Barnyard Heroes

Once upon a time, two daughters of a farmer were abducted by an evil gang of 100 robbers.
And the farmer and his wife were distraught because the famer was an old man who could not fight against one robber let alone 100 and they were too poor to hire help to rescue their daughters.
But they prayed to the moon for help and, one night, a moon angel, named Lunaya, with flowing silver robes, silver hair and wings came flying down and, touching the farmers carthorse turned him into a giant muscular man with a long mane and his horseshoes into gauntlets and shoes of iron and the angel also touched the farmers rooster that sat upon the henhouse and turned him into a flying man with a cape and coat of bright feathers; a bright feathered cap and a magic crow.
Then to the strange new people she had created, she said, "Go and rescue the farmers daughters".
And so, the roosterman sitting upon the farmers cart, the carthorseman pulled it to the fortress of the robbers.
And seeing them approaching and wondering what kind of man it was pulling the cart that looked so like a giant, they shut the doors of their fortress and fired arrows down at the carthorse man.
But he picked up his large wooden cart and used it to shield he and his feathered friend from the arrows.
Then he ripped off two of its cartwheels and, hurling them like discuses he knocked the archers from their battlements.
"Fly, Rooster", said the carthorseman to the roosterman, "And free the daughters".
So the roosterman, spreading wide his feathered cape flew up into the air and over the wall of the fortress and found the farmers two daughters tied to a wooden post .
But the rooster man was soon surrounded robbers with long cutlasses who threatened to pluck him and roast him for supper.
Fortunately, just at that moment, the carthorseman came smashing through the large wooden doors of the fortress with his iron gloves and shoes.
Then he hurled a large piece of the door at them  while, taking the farmers daughters by the hand the rooster man flew up into the air with them, flying them safely back over the wall.
After that they returned the farmers daughters to their mother and father.
But the bandit chief, feeling humiliated, wanted revenge upon the carthorseman and his friend the rooster and so he sent word to his two brothers in the east and west who were also bandit chiefs and together they assembled a huge bandit army of 300 and, riding upon 300 horses they headed towards the home of the farmer and his wife.
Because he was flying overhead, the Roosterman saw the army approaching and flew swiftly back to the farm.
"There is a giant army of bandits and cuthroats coming", he said to the carthorseman, "What are we going to do?".
"However powerful we are we are only two", said the carthorseman, "We cannot fight 300 soldiers".
Just then however, the carthorseman, looking at his feathered friend remembered something.
"There is one thing we have not tried yet", he said, "Your magic crow".
"But I don't know what it does or how to use it?", said the rooster, unconfidently.
"Just do what you did every morning on the farm for our master and mistress", said the carthorseman.
And so the roosterman, flying up onto the roof of the farmers house, stuck out his elbows like wings, puffed out his chest, leaned back and started to crow.
"Cock- a- roo - a -roo!", he crowed, "Cock-a- roo - a -roo!",
But at first, nothing happened and, seeing the enemy army approaching like a stormcloud of men, the roosterman started to panic.
"Nothings happening", he shouted to the carthorseman.
"Try it again", said the carthorseman, "It must do something".
And so the roosterman started to crow again.
""Cock- a- roo - a - roo!", he crowed for a third time.
And, just then, in the near distance, the roosterman noticed something odd happening to the ground.
It was beginning to crack, almost like an earthquake but then, up out of the cracks he saw skeletons crawling; the bodies of all the farmers ancestors who had been buried outside the farm.
"The dead are waking up", said the roosterman in amazement.
And, picking up the farmtools they had been buried with the army of the dead marched towards the bandit army and the roosterman and the carthorseman saw the bandit army flee in terror or those brave enough not to flee cut down by scythes or stabbed by pitchforks or dragged from their horses by skeletal hands.
And, after that day, the bandits never bothered the farmer or his family again and, whats more, the carthorseman and the roosterman married the farmers daughter and they all lived happily ever after.