Last month, I took my son Tom to see his grandparents in the countryside. His grandpa took him out to the garden to play. Tom was iin everything there.
At lunch, Tom told me, "Dad, I saw a hen flying."
"Impossible!" I said wthinking, "How can a hen fly?"
"Dad, the dog ran after the hen in the garden. The hen ran into a corner. When the hen saw no other way out, she suddenly flapped her wings and fup to the roof (屋顶). The hen got out of the difficult s. Dad, I didn't know hens could fly. How can she fly?" my child asked.
I thought for a wand said, "Maybe because of love. The hen loves her own life and that helps her fly!" Tom nodded. He seemed to have understood.
Last weekend, we visited Tom's grandparents again. This time I heard Tom sfrom the garden, "Dad! The dog is running after the hen again! Come and see!"
I ran out of the house. The hen was running after a group of chicks, followed cby the dog. Then the hen suddenly stopped and turned around—she rup her wings and clucked (咯咯叫) at the dog. I ran over and got between the dog and the hen to drive the dog away.
"Dad, why didn't the hen fly away? She kshe can't fight the dog." Tom asked.
I thought for a moment and said, "Maybe because of love. She loves her babies mthan anything else in the world." Tom thought for a long time and nodded. He seemed to have understood.
