Learn to listen, listen to learn
I thought after horrifying everyone by being . . . well, me . . . it might be to my advantage to reach out and be friendly.
So, one morning in the barnyard, I did my best to cluck and peck, strut and scratch. I kept watch on the older ones, those who had obviously caught on better than I. Oh, they didn’t see me, but I pecked and peeked the best I knew how.
Soon, all the chicks had gathered in the barnyard. The clucking over this and that began. Very soon, I realized I wasn’t really keen on hen parties. Still, I decided to try to play the part. After all, who doesn’t want friends?
So, I decided to ask them for advice. Perhaps I’d make them feel I needed them, since I knew they didn’t need me. Maybe that would help win them over and stop their ridicule.
Holding my breath and with a heavy sigh of hesitation, I said, “What is it exactly you don’t like about me?”
They didn’t hesitate for a second and began to talk over each other.
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