" Sprout looked through the wide-open door,
focusing on the world outside. It had been a while
since she’d had an appetite. She had no desire to
lay another egg. Her heart emptied of feeling
every time the farmer’s wife took her eggs. The
pride she felt when she laid one was replaced by
sadness. She was exhausted after a full year of
this. She couldn’t so much as touch her own eggs,
not even with the tip of her foot. And she didn’t
know what happened to them after the farmer’s
wife carried them in her basket out of the coop. "

― Sun-mi Hwang , The Hen Who Dreamed She Could Fly