Chicken Little, Venezuelan Style

In the magical kingdom of Venezuela, there was once a bridge of crucial importance, because it linked the village with the kingdom's main port and airport. The bridge had been built a long time ago and everyone in the village agreed that losing the bridge would bring doom to the villagers, since it would cut off the main source of food. The villagers did not know how to farm. They were exporting oil, and with that money, buying necessary food and goods.
One day Chicken Little was bored as he sat below the bridge seeking shade. Suddenly, a piece of the bridge fell over his head."Oh my goodness!" said Chicken Little. "The bridge is falling! I must go and tell the king."
On his way to the king's palace, Chicken Little met the King's Minister of Infrastructure. "Where are you going ?", asked the Minister. "I am going to see the King, because the bridge is falling, I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears and part of it fell on my head."
"Do not bother the king with this nonsense", replied the Minister of Infrastructure ,"as the King is too busy liberating the Country from years of neo-imperialist domination by the great evil warlord from the north known as Mr. Danger."
Chicken Little did not listen to the Minister. He knew he had to reach the King as soon as possible. So he ran away as fast as he could. Soon, he met the Minister of the Interior. "Where are you going ?", asked the Minister. Chicken Little replied "The bridge is falling, the bridge is falling, I have to tell the King."
"Saving this bridge is not a priority for this Bolivarian Revolutionary government. The King is busy selling cheap oil to Brooklyn and Boston, in order to make Mr. Danger look bad in the eyes of his own people" said the Minister.
Chicken Little did not stop to argue with the Minister. He knew that only the King wielded real power, so he was not going to waste his time with the hired help. He kept running down the road as fast as he could until he reached the royal palace. He entered the royal chambers only to see the King having dinner with his main advisor, the all powerful Darth Castro. "the bridge is falling, I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears and part of it fell on my head", shouted Chicken Little with a desperate voice.
The King slowly turned his head towards Chicken Little and murmured " I condemn you to spend time in jail for spreading false rumors about this government, only to disseminate panic among the villagers and scare foreign investors."
So Chicken Little was led to jail by the King's Praetorian Guard. The bridge fell the next day. The villagers starved to death and the King tagged the whole incident as a conspiracy led by the State Department and executed by the CIA.