Sometimes answers free us . . . and sometimes they just lead to more questions.
But questions lead to answers, right?
I was trying to give myself a pep talk, but honestly, I was just sad and discouraged. Nissi’s appearance left me with more questions to which I had no answers. I felt mad and glad all at the same time!
“I’m trying to eat millet,” I reasoned, “but I’m starving and getting sick. I just can’t seem to make myself stop eating meat, no matter how much I try. I do the things I don’t want to do. Oh, decisions, decisions . . . Ridicule versus stomach! And I’m trying so hard to understand the chicken language and the calls they make when predators come around, but all I really know is their sounds and recognize something’s wrong. I’m just not letting on that I really don’t understand them.”
Looking down in discouragement, I noticed my feet. “And look at those big stupid feet! Why do I have such gigantic yellow feet with long brown nails? And why can’t I be just one color?
Questions rolled through my mind about myself.
Why can’t I keep my enormous wings at my sides and stop spreading them, taking off, and scaring everyone? I really don’t mean to! I’m just such an oddball around here.”
“They don’t believe I can see far off and I can! I really can.”
“In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different.”
COCO CHANEL | DESIGNER
They think I’m just bragging if I open my long, fat, crooked, yellow beak. Oh, how I wish I could just stop diving into the water for food. And poor Adaptable, she’s right. She would have been duck soup if it hadn’t been for the hens in the house that day!
Sometimes, I think it’s just better to get out of the coop others think you should be in!”
I sighed heavily.
“What I really want is to see what the others see . . . from up there. Where the white fluffy cotton balls are. Those majestic pillars in the sky. What would it be like to soar up there?” As I stared, I thought I saw an image—a shape—that looked a little like myself. Then the light became brilliant in my eyes, and I thought of Nissi.
I went from having a lovely daydream to being mad . . .
If I could only get my talons on him! This is entirely his fault. Why did he set me down in the barnyard’s coop? Who is he to be sticking his tiny little beak into my life? I can only imagine where I’d be if he hadn’t been a nosey little white-winged, pale, fly-feather boy!”
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