Mother Hen

By: Lauren Spagnoletti

Mother Hen pecked. She pecked at her chicks when they chirped too loud. She pecked at the farmer’s boots when the feed wasn’t quite right. “Needs more barley and less corn.” She pecked at the other hens when they encroached on her space. She pecked into the air when it looked like rainyet again.

She pecked and pecked. One day, she realized that she didn’tknow why she was pecking. The sun was high and warm. The meal that day wasperfectly balanced. The other hens moved into another coop to her give space. Andher chicks were grown.

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