The baby eagle story
Once upon a time there was a baby eagle living in a nest
perched on a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley with waterfalls and
streams, trees and lots of little animals, scurrying about enjoying their
lives.
The baby eagle liked the nest. It was the only world he had ever known. It
was warm and comfortable, had a great view, and even better, he had all the
food and love and attention that a great mother eagle could provide. Many
times each day the mother would swoop down from the sky and land in the nest
and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels of food. She was like a god to
him, he had no idea where she came from or how she worked her magic.
The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the mother eagle would always
come just in time with the food and love and attention he craved. The baby
eagle grew strong. His vision grew very sharp. He felt good all the time.
Until one day the mother stopped coming to the nest.
The baby eagle was hungry. "I'm sure to die," said the baby eagle.
"Very soon, death is coming," he cried, with tears streaming down his face.
Over and over. But there was no one there to hear him.
Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff,
with a big bowl of delicious food and she looked down at her baby. The baby
looked up at the mother and cried "Why did you abandon me? I'm going to die
any minute. How could you do this to me?"
The mother said, "Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you have
to do is come get it."
"Come get it!" said the baby, with much anger. "How?"
The mother flew away.
The baby cried and cried and cried.
A few days later, "I'm going to end it all," he said. "I give up. It is time
for me to die."
He didn't know his mother was nearby. She swooped down to the nest with his
last meal.
"Eat this, it's your last meal," she said.
The baby cried, but he ate and whined and whined about what a bad mother she
was.
"You're a terrible mother," he said.
Then she pushed him out of the nest.
He fell.
Head first.
Picked up speed.
Faster and faster.
He screamed. "I'm dying I'm dying," he cried.
He picked up more speed.
He looked up at his mother. "How could you do this to me?"
He looked down.
The ground rushed closer, faster and faster.
He could visualize his own death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and
whined and complained.
"This isn't fair!" he screamed.
Then a strange thing happened.
The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with a
feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the
sky. He wasn't moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed up
at the sun.
"Huh?" he said. "What is going on here!"
"You're flying," his mother said.
"This is fun!" laughed the baby eagle, as he soared and dived and swooped.
"Yes it is!" said the mother.
