A cautionary parable about a sad little hen, in which many recognize themselves

Yes, I must admit that each of us is sometimes a little sad chicken... not Even the strongest personality. The website tells a parable.

Little gray hen sat on the meadow next to his chicken coop and was very sad:

I was the poor chicken. Roosters don't understand me, don't like, and the chickens hurt me. The hen house is dark, dull, empty, sad. It's bad, what should I do?..

In General, she sat and suffered. And at that moment flew past a huge white bird. She heard the words hen, landed next to me and said:

Don't worry, hen. Want, I'll help you to fly to the beautiful country where you'll be happy?

"No," said gray hen. — It's impossible — chicken can't fly.

— So what? — said the white bird. — I will teach you.

"No," said gray hen. — I have too small wings for this.

"Never mind," said white bird. I'll put you on the back, and we will fly together?

"No," sighed the grey hen. — I will arrive there, and I have nowhere to live.

"Never mind," he reassured her white bird. — I'll help you make sure you to have housing.

"No," said gray hen. — What am I gonna do alone? I will be sad.

"Never mind," smiled the white bird. — I'll help you find the rooster.

"No," said gray hen. — And suddenly this cock will be bad and harmful?

"Never mind," sighed the white bird. — I'll teach you how to live so that your life is met only wonderful cocks.

"No," said gray hen. Such males are not like him.

— FUCK YOU! — yelled the white bird dissolved the huge wings and flew away.

via storyfox.ru/post/malenkaya-serenkaya-kurochka-sidela-i-ochen-silno-grustila/