The Hen and the Hawk

Here’s another fractured fable for you:

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In a time long past that happens every day, there lived a hawk. This hawk perched on the highest tree branches, surveying all that he saw around him, all that was his prey. For the hawk had none above him, and all feared his shadow circling overhead.

The hawk’s favorite prey was chicken, and often he circled Farmer Brown’s chicken coop, waiting for a delicious hen to stray too far, and thus become his next meal.

One day, a fat, white hen heard a rumor...