Autumn, when the final seeds of summer sail across the sky in search of soft soil to settle in, has always been Horatio the rooster's favorite season.  A fowl with a global palate, he can sniff, look at the shape and color of a seed, and in one crunch, know exactly where it came from.  "Toodle-doodle easy," he would crow- sniff, "England's daisy"; stare, "America's corn"; crunch, "Italy's tomato."  He would never fail and grew cocksure of his talent until the day he pecked at a seed that he could not identify.  It was green, heart-shaped, smelled like happiness and SPOKE in a very tiny voice: "Please don't eat me.  I have come from Shataya, The Land of Joy.  I need to be morphed.  Take me to the Lab."    "Will doodle-doo," whispered Horatio, not wanting to ruffle any feathers, and in a flash, the seed was in the hands of Dr. Stalk.  "Electra, my friend, I believe we have before us an encased doodle- very rare.  We must begin morphing at once.  Mix potion Z, the color of the sky with potion O, the color of the sea.  Add sprightly notion E, so she will dance and fly.  Add a Y of whimsy to keep her artist's spirit free."  Within seconds, the test tube was filled with a thousand tiny bubbles that began to fuse together.  Within moments, she appeared.  "I am ZOEY.  My name means life.  I have come to help save all that grows on planet earth."