The little fluffy yellow chick

 

Once upon a time there was a little fluffy yellow chick, all tiny and cute before it grew its grown-up feathers. It had been born in an incubator in a farm and now it lived in a big barn with hundreds of other chicks all running around, being fed and watered and kept warm by artificial heating systems. It was nice being there, safe and secure from the great outdoors and what lies beyond the barn.

One day the little chick noticed a gap beneath the door of the barn. He crawled under and got outside. Suddenly he was in a new world he had not even imagined existed. There was grass all around, and fields beyond with various creatures he had not seen before since he had never known cows, sheep and horses. 

He stepped out a bit further and noticed other barns like the one he'd just come out of. He sneaked into one and it was full of grown up chicks with real feathers rather than the yellow down they are born with.  

He then moved on to another barn and it was full of grown up chickens. He was amazed at what he saw and how from a baby chick like him he would grow into an adult bird. 

What a wonderful place this farm was, being taken care of, kept safe and fed and watered all your life. He was glad he was born in this place of all places. 

But as he wandered further he entered another huge building and what he saw there changed his mind about the idyllic place he was in. It was the abattoir where all the chickens were slaughtered and prepared for the supermarket. 

As he tried to escape a farmer noticed him and picked him up. "What a beautiful creature," said the farmer, "don't worry little one. Now that I have found you I will keep you safe. I promise you that you will not end up like those chickens you've just seen!"

"Whoooo? Meeeee?" said the chick in its tiny squeaky voice. (Did I mention it could talk?)

"Yes, you," said the farmer, "I promise you you will not be eaten like those chickens you just saw."

"I will not end up in a chicken pot?" asked the chick.

"No ..." smiled the farmer.

"Not as chicken soup?" the little bird asked again.

"Definitely not ..." confirmed the farmer.

"Or in a chicken pie?" asked the bird chancing its luck once again.

"No ... not in a chicken pie either," vouched the farmer.

"Or KFC?" 

The farmer caressed the chick tenderly and explained, "you will be safe. I will take you to my farm where you will be free to run wherever you want and you'll be fed and watered and never ever be killed like those chickens you saw. You'll live a happy natural life in my care."

True to his word the farmer released the chick in his farm amongst his other animals. The chick was happy running here and there enjoying life without a care in the world.

And that very afternoon he was run over by a tractor and killed.

MORAL:

The moral of this story is that more chicks are killed by tractors than by a rhinoceros. 

OR

You can make up your own moral and write it in the comments box below. Invite others to do the same. Let's see how much wisdom we can gather.