Long ago, before rooster were know to crow, Batalla was a great kingdom nestled on a hill between two huge and majestic mountains somewhere in the North. thick mists covered the hilltop early in the morning and in the evening. Thus, Batalla was a cold mountain fortress. The people's eating habits increased which, they claim, was due to the cold weather. So they gained weight and became increasingly sleepy. This affected the health of the people.
Learning of Batalla's growing health predicament, a rival kingdom from the plains below planned on an attack at all-out attack at dawn.
The King of Battalla asked everybody's help to save the kingdom; the soldiers, men and women, and even the children and animals. Haphazard preparations were done to defend the kingdom. Most of them found their physical unfitness the main concern-in fact, it was the number one hindrance to counter the impending attack. It was too late to limber up and train for battle.
Hence, at dawn when the enemies were about to start the attack, everybody in the kingdom was fast asleep. It was a very cold night and everybody in Batalla, including the King himself, had a heavy supper the night before.
The enemies were in position to deal the first fatal blow on the kingdom when suddenly, for some reason, all the roosters in Batalla crowed loudly and simultaneously, waking up everybody in Batalla. Not only that, but the enemies were shocked and dumbstruck at what was going on. The enemies thought the crowing came from the people. In panic, the enemies imagined that ambush teams were hiding in the dark, and the crowing was a signal for the ambush. The attack was unsuccessful and the enemies ran away like mad chickens scampering for safety. In gratitude, the King put a crown on every rooster's head.