Western Dragons will collect gold, burn down villages, and eat virgins. They are feared and also loved.
Tigers eat young and old and fight amongst each other. Feared and loved.
Wolves will devour animals and people.
And Hens will peck and peck away, clucking and pecking away at you, and yet they are sought after and valued for to lay eggs and produce chicks.
If you treat a hen like its clucking were capable of Dragons fire, you would slay it in earnest and with justice.
All I deal with is hens all day, at work, at home, I teach them to defend themselves, and they hit me and think that if they do not want to slay me or simply tolerate me they are doing good.
I suppose dealing with hens is not as bad as dealing with Dragons, but it wears on me. And I do not even know what I am. I feel like a good little child trying to take care of an irrational mother in anger. But I have strength and teeth like a tiger but I don't use them.
There is a problem here, a time bomb, and I wouldn't mind being a Dragon, though I would prefer calm peace and serenity, I am becoming a short fuse.
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