My mom came to drop off our weekly free carbohydrates, and this hen weighed the options:
1. Proceed carefully down the steps and get to the pile of donut crumbs after her fellow fowl gobbled them up
OR
2. Fine-tune her diving form.
She thought for a bit,
steadied her nerves,
calculated the free-fall distance,
and then executed a flawless swan dive in the direction of the donuts. She looked ridiculous, but I gave her a ten, anyway, because I admire and understand donut-driven courage.
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