“I’m just a misfit . . . or am I?” I wondered. “The others on the farm think they know me, but they don’t. For that matter, how could they? Do I even know myself?”
I had to stop thinking.
What I did know for sure was that I was starving. As I passed the pond, I saw a fish!
I flew over and scooped the fish up while wearing the hat Mammie made me. Oh boy, it was now soaked and drooping and hanging lopsided on my head.
The fish was so delicious, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but think, “Why do I want to eat fish?! Chickens don’t eat fish!”
“No matter how wise or accomplished we grow to be, we all need someone out in front of us, clearing the path up ahead.”
CHANCE SCOGGINS AUTHOR & COACH
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