“My mom said that humans are unhappy because they aren’t free,” chirped Cricket. “They work at things they don’t like, they forgot how to play and they spend a lot of time doing what other people tell them to do. She said all of that makes them crabby.”
“If I had to live that way I don’t think that I would be happy either,” peeped Flutterby.
“I know. My mom said it makes them dangerous and they never think they have enough of anything, they always want more and they don’t care how they get what they want. She said they’ve always been that way, from the very beginning. They don’t embrace life they try to beat it into submission.”
“What does that mean?” peeped Flutterby softly.
“I don’t know but the hens just made cornbread.”
“I love cornbread,” peeped Flutterby, flapping her tiny wings with excitement.
“After we get some bread we can go to the Rubber Duck Pond and take a Gondola ride,” chirped Cricket gleefully.
“I’m so happy,” whispered the small chicklet.
“Me too,” chirped Cricket, turning in a circle.
“I feel bad for the humans.”
“What if they don’t have cornbread?”