The chick asked about the world.

The hen told it.

Everything. The fox, the storm, the sounds that come at night from nowhere. She told it in detail, because detail was protection.

The chick listened.

The more it knew, the more it understood that the ground out there was nothing like the ground here.

Its feet were trained to this yard.

The gate was open.

The chick didn’t go.

Moral

Fill the mind with what can go wrong
and the wanting drains out.

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