I don’t want to make light of a little girl’s fear, but she wasn’t seriously hurt, and this is a damn fine lead:

When they heard the screams, no one suspected the rooster. (Tampa Bay Times, 2002)

And from a little farther into the story:

The rooster struck around noon as Dechardonae ventured from her house in the middle of the cluster to visit her Uncle Tony, waiting in the driveway. It’s a short walk, even if you’re 3 feet tall and carrying a toy oven.