Long, long time ago, there was one young Hen living among other chickens at the henhouse in one village. She didn’t look any different from other hens, but her soul and her mindset were special.
Her sweet dream was to be able to fly high and long like a swan, to swim in the ocean, and to meet her special rooster, with whom they would love only each other, make a nest and live a happy life together.
«What’s a chicken’s life?» she asked herself. «To be useful for humans, lay eggs for them, and in the end you will become soup anyways. What kind of life is this?» cried the little Hen, sad from her thoughts.
The Hen’s mood was low as she became more sorrow. Finally, out of desperation she decided to reach for her dreams. And she made herself busy.
First, she found an old basket in the yard. Then she started gathering all kinds of birds’ feathers, short and long, all over the barnyard and from the near water pond.
Second, jumping from branch to branch on the trees she collected the tree resin.
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