A feast for ants

The wind tried hard to correct a mistake it had made since ancient times, when the wind determined who could soar and fly, and who would remain stuck to the ground, which led to remembering the mistake that the wind considered grave. One morning, a chicken was clucking angrily and flapping its wings nervously. As is the custom with all chickens when what is theirs is taken from them, and what is their inherent right is stolen from them under their watch. She went angrily, stumbling in every direction, when her eggs were taken from under her...four or five eggs, which she spent a lot of painstaking energy on hatching last night. The wind was present at the time and at its peak, when the hen was announcing her protest with her stupid movements and absurd reactions.