The way they treated Chicken Little wasn’t just dismissive—it was cruel. They gaslit him. They humiliated him. He saw the sky breaking apart and ran to warn everyone, and what did they do? They laughed in his face. Called him crazy. Turned him into a punchline. Like his fear, his desperation, his need to protect them meant nothing. That kind of betrayal cuts deep. He was brave—braver than any of them—because he cared. And they crushed him for it. They made him doubt himself. They enjoyed it. And when the sky finally did fall? Not a damn apology. No remorse. Just silence, because by then it was too late. They didn’t deserve him. They never did.

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