They lived together long ago, the three of them. It was in the North, way North where there wasn't land, just sky or what we call sky today.
The chicken never left her arms and she chose not to lay eggs.
They spent generations together in the North sitting on leaves, only needing the nourishment of the air. But wind blew them South over the years, encouraging the leaves to grow roots and the water appealed to the woman, chicken and donkey.
Now the chicken lays eggs. The donkey is still blue under certain atmospheric conditions, a detail the woman never fails to notice.
