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TitleThe Hen Who Dreamed She Could Fly
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LanguageEnglish
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Total Pages79
Table of Contents
                            About the Author, Translator, and Illustrator
Title Page
Copyright
Contents
I REFUSE TO LAY ANOTHER EGG!
FLYING THE COOP
INTO THE BARN
THE EGG IN THE BRIAR PATCH
A FAREWELL AND A GREETING
A DISGRACE TO THE COMB
CERTAINLY A DUCK
JOINING THE BRACE
TRAVELERS FROM ANOTHER WORLD
THE BONE-WEARY, ONE-EYED HUNTER
ALOFT LIKE A FEATHER
                        
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More Advance Praise for
THE HEN WHO DREAMED SHE COULD FLY

“Everything wonderful about the world is contained in this small gem of a novel, which brims with dream-
fulfilling adventures and the longing that underlies love.”

—Kyung-sook Shin, author of the bestseller

“ breaks down the boundaries between the animal and the human and
takes us on the intensely personal journey of a lonely hen whose simple, fierce desires guide her to
surprising places. This entertaining and plaintive tale is South Korea’s for youth and adults
alike.”

—Krys Lee, author of

“An adroit allegory about life . . . in the vein of classics like and
. . . A subtle morality tale that will appeal to readers of all ages.”



“[A] simply told but absorbing fable . . . Spare but evocative line drawings . . . add to the subtle charm.”


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prout marched confidently toward the barnyard with her fuzzy light brown
baby in tow. Straggler’s suggestion that she leave the nest once the egg

hatched hadn’t been a flippant comment. He was protecting her baby from the
weasel. She had to take Baby to safety before the weasel’s stomach—currently
full on her mallard friend—grew empty again. The dog, who had been dozing in
the midday heat, was the first to spot Sprout. “Look who’s here!” he barked. The
rooster’s hen ran over from the stone wall, where she had been digging. Six
yellow chicks tagged along. The chicks had immaculate yellow fur without a
single light brown tuft. “Who is that?” the hen asked, frowning. She clucked for
the rooster to come out. The rooster, not a fan of the strong sun, took his sweet
time.

Sprout stopped under the shade of the acacia tree and waited for Baby to
catch up. He was traveling too far too soon after being born. He tripped and fell
several times on the way, but he managed to make it to the yard with tottering
steps. The dog sniffed at Baby and circled him, setting Sprout on edge. The hen
clucked, and the chicks kept up a steady chatter of cheeps. Then the hen groused,
“How could she possibly hatch an egg? It doesn’t make any sense.”

The chicks, who were learning to talk, rang out after her in chorus, “How
could she possibly hatch an egg? It doesn’t make any sense!”

“Shush! You don’t have to learn that.”
“Shush! You don’t have to learn that.”
“My goodness, I can’t say anything.”
The chicks began, “My goodness,” when the hen quickly said, “It’s tasty

snack time!” and ran toward the compost pile.
“It’s tasty snack time!” The six chicks ran after her.
Sprout watched the chicks with a smile. They were very cute. Their yellow

fur was especially pretty. Having never seen a chick up close, Sprout assumed
her baby’s light brown fur would turn yellow in time. She settled under the

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Sprout was suffocating. She had imagined it would hurt, but now all she felt
was bone-deep relief. You got me, finally. Everything turned black. She’d
experienced this once before in the fields. When she’d heard the white duck
scream. Everything had turned black, and then, very gradually, as now, she’d
sensed a reddish hue. Then everything slowly became brighter.

Sprout opened her eyes. The sky was a blinding blue. She felt transparent and
buoyant. And then, like a feather, she was aloft. Gliding through the air with her
large, beautiful wings, Sprout looked down at everything below—the reservoir
and the fields in a snowstorm, and the weasel limping away, a scrawny hen
dangling from her jaws.

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