In an old, deserted snake's hole, a Hen made her home. She was keeping some eggs warm, not her own, but those she had found in the hole.
One day, a Swallow, fluttering in the sky, saw the Hen. She swooped down, perched near, and curiously asked, "Why are you warming the eggs of a fierce foe?"
The Hen replied, "I found them here, alone and cold. No creature deserves to be left alone, not even a foe's child."
The Swallow nodded, spreading her wings and preparing to take flight again. "Just remember, not all creatures think as kindly as you."
With that, she soared into the sky, leaving the Hen to her task.
Once upon a sunny day, in a snake hole that was yesterday's news, a plucky Hen found a comfy nook. Under her were some surprise eggs. They weren't from her last Easter hunt, but she thought, "Why let them get cold?"
As she settled in, dreaming about what might hatch, a Swallow, doing her aerial acrobatics, spotted the scene below. Intrigued, she swooped down, landing with flair. "Hey there, feathered friend! You do know you're babysitting a snake's potential kiddos, right?" she asked, with a teasing glint in her eye.
The Hen, without missing a beat, said, "Well, when I got here, these little ones were like lonely marshmallows waiting for a campfire. Everyone, and I mean everyone, deserves a bit of warmth and love. Even if they might grow up to do the snakey slide."
The Swallow laughed heartily, her laughter echoing around them. "You sure have a big heart, Ms. Hen. But always remember, not all critters see the world with your kind of rose-colored glasses."
Shaking her tail feathers in mock seriousness, the Swallow added, "You might want to keep an ear out for any hissing concerts!"
With that, she performed a graceful loop in the sky, sending a playful wink down at the Hen, who was now humming a lullaby for her unexpected brood.
Once, a Hen found a cozy nook,
Where eggs lay, with a deserted look.
Not hers, but she didn't care,
She sat and warmed them with a motherly air.
High above, a Swallow did glide,
Spotting the Hen, she took a swift dive.
"Why sit on the eggs of a foe so sly?"
She chirped, as the clouds rolled by.
The Hen clucked softly, without any pride,
Her voice so mild, her heart open wide.
"No creature should be left behind, as if exiled,
Even those of a foe, or its very child."
The Swallow stretched her wings to depart,
Yet, her words were sincere, straight from the heart:
"Just remember, dear Hen, with your heart so true,
Not everyone thinks as kindly as you."
The Swallow prepared, her farewell due,
Wings spread wide, against the sky so blue.
With a gust, upwards she drew,
Leaving the Hen, and the world she knew.
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