The Tears That Flow at Funerals Retold by Sir Mert Villanueva  Once, a chicken was bitten by a snake. The venom coursed painfully through her body, and in desperation, she staggered back to the chicken coop where her fellow hens lived. Instead of finding care and comfort, she was met with fear. The others, afraid of being poisoned themselves, cast her out. Wounded and alone, the chicken limped away, not because of the bite, but because of the rejection. Her pain was deeper than physical—it was the heartbreak of being abandoned by those she trusted. Fevered, weak, and dragging her injured leg, she disappeared into the distance. Some hens, unmoved, said she would surely die alone. Others even watched the skies, expecting vultures to circle above her. Time passed. One day, a hummingbird came with surprising news: the chicken had survived. She now lived in a cave nearby but had lost her leg due to the venom. Life was hard for her—she was struggling to find food. She needed help. The hu...