The Stick Chick remembers the story of the Buddhist monk who was travelling toward a violent scuffle. The people wondered what this monk would do upon meeting the fray: fight or attempt to create peace amongst the ruffians. To their amazement, upon seeing the events ahead, the monk turned down a side street and completely detoured the situation.
Sometimes discretion is the better part of valour and the chick knew she could always build a new nest.
The cat lunges and the tiny bird flies away.
Do you, her guardian angel, direct her to her sister: