This was a hen who wanted to fly. She had been told she was a bird, but she felt incomplete. She watched hundreds of birds fly across the sky, then she looked at herself, she had wings and feathers, but still couldn’t fly.
Every day, she trained her atrophied wings as best she could to reach her goal, but her own nature was against her. She combined her training with routine, like her sister’s hens; a routine that suffocated her. At the end of the day, while all the others slept, frustrated, she climbed to the roof of the henhouse and dreamed of flying.
Fed up with her situation, the hen decided to do something to change it. She always considered herself much smarter and more advanced than her peers, not to mention brave. She started from the simplest things, extending her training to concrete actions, jumping from the highest places; she even jumped at night from the roof of the henhouse. Without success and being the laughingstock of her peers, the hen reflected on how far she was willing to go to achieve her dream.
Early in the morning, the hens woke up and noticed their friend’s absence. The screams of the masters alerted them. All out of their routine, they ran to the fence, to witness the unthinkable: their companion, from the top floor of the master’s house, was about to take a leap and jump into the cliff behind the estate.
To this day, it is told in the henhouses, that there existed a complete hen, upright and whole, who achieved the unthinkable and for a few minutes, soared through the air.
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