You wrote, "Why do we call each other scaredy cat or chicken when cowardly or maybe making a wise choice?"
Well, maybe because we're too afraid to cross the road. And maybe we are afraid of chickens, because they are not afraid to cross the road. We even wonder if they know if there is a road, but we stand humiliated next to them when they do cross the road.
From Roberta Frosty:
I once stood on a path in a wood where chickens went left and man once stood. But I went left that day, and I was not a chicken, and then there was all of the difference that made.
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