The Chicken Is Gone
- BD Greenman
- Apr 15
- 1 min read
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It starts simple.
A chicken. A quiet yard. A normal moment.
Then something feels off. Is it eaten? Is it gone?
There’s no chicken.
The chicken is gone.
What happened?
Out here, the answer is simple.
The hyena happened.
No warning. No noise. Just a reminder that the wild is always there—watching, waiting.
One moment you feel in control.
The next, you remember you’re not.
That’s the lesson.
Out here, things don’t disappear for no reason.
Something happened.
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