THE ART OF LIVING AGAIN
T hree hens walked along the street, their chicks chirping merrily behind them. They pecked at the ground, searching for scraps of food. Among them, one hen stood out—not because of her actions, but because, unlike the others, she had no chicks of her own. Yet, she enjoyed the company of her fellow hens and their chicks, hunting for food alongside them. As they walked, the childless hen spotted a female goose squatting in a strange position, seemingly asleep. Something about her seemed odd. Curiosity piqued, the hen flapped her wings to get the goose’s attention, but there was no response. She flapped again and let out a soft crow, still no movement. Growing more concerned, she stepped closer and nudged the goose with her feet. Instead of waking up, the goose toppled to the side. Shocked, the hen cawed loudly for help, and the other hens rushed to her side. While they waited for the chicks to catch up, the hen noticed a small hole where the goose had been squatting. To her surprise, si...