The snake bit the chicken, and with the venom burning in its body, it sought refuge in its chicken coop. But the other hens preferred to expel it so the poison wouldn't spread. The chicken came out limping, crying in pain. Not for the bite, but for the abandonment and despise of his own family at the time he needed them most. So it went away... burning with fever, dragging one of her legs, vulnerable to cold nights. With every step, a tear fell. The chickens in the coop watched her move away, watching her disappear into the horizon. Some were saying to each other: - Let him go... He will die far from us. And when the chicken finally vanished into the vastness of the horizon, everyone was certain that he had died. Some even looked up into the sky, hoping to see vultures flying. Time has passed. Long after, a hummingbird came to the henhouse and announced: — Your sister is alive! He lives in a cave far away from here. He recovered, but lost a leg due to the snake bite. He's having a hard time finding food and needs your help. There was a silence. And then the excuses began: — I can't go, I'm laying eggs... — I can't go, I'm looking for corn... - I can't go, I have to take care of my chicks... So, one by one, they all rejected the petition. The hummingbird returned to the cave unassisted. Time passed again. Long after, the hummingbird returned, but this time with painful news: — Her sister has passed away... She died alone in the cave... There is no one to bury her or to mourn her. In that instant, a weight fell on everyone. A deep regret filled the chicken coop. Who laid eggs, stopped. Those who were looking for corn, left the seeds. Those who took care of chicks, forgot them for a moment. Regret hurts more than any poison. Why didn't we go sooner? , they wondered. And without measuring the distance or the effort, they all set off to the cave, crying and lamenting. Now they did have a reason to see her, but it was too late. Upon reaching the cave, they did not find the chicken... They only found a letter that said: "In life, many times people do not cross the street to help you when you are alive, but they cross the world to bury you when you die." And most tears at funerals are not of pain but of remorse and repentance. "