I really thought about what Pastor Pete said. I got out the hat and scarf Mammie had made me and decided to put them on and ponder his words. My first thought was how uncomfortable they really were, but I still wanted to try to wear them . . . or did I? I really had the desire to fly around the farm, but I’d only be called names if I did. Perhaps even a few names I hadn’t heard yet.
On the one hand, there were so many problems I had to work out to live here, and I wasn’t sure I could ever fix them.
And on the other hand, if I left the farm, the turkeys would gobble that right up and call me a chicken for not staying. But they wouldn’t call me a chicken if I did stay. I laughed and thought it was ironic!
“I’m just a misfit . . . or am I?” I wondered. “The others on the farm think they know me, but they don’t. For that matter, how could they? Do I even know myself?”
I had to stop thinking.
What I did know for sure was that I was starving. As I passed the pond, I saw a fish!
I flew over and scooped the fish up while wearing the hat Mammie made me. Oh boy, it was now soaked and drooping and hanging lopsided on my head.
The fish was so delicious, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but think, “Why do I want to eat fish?! Chickens don’t eat fish!”
“No matter how wise or accomplished we grow to be, we all need someone out in front of us, clearing the path up ahead.”
CHANCE SCOGGINS AUTHOR & COACH
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