The bird went back to its old nest. There was a baby bird there dropped off and abandoned. The bird immediately threw up. Gagging on its spit, but feeding the baby bird.
The baby bird hadn’t eaten in a day and could taste the strength from this bird. Sweet taste of digested worms and berries. It suddenly knew the importance of flying to find food and gain strength to one day feed another. It was really all about food, and how to get it and what to eat. One must really be searching for the perfect meal or how to work up an incredible appetite.
The birds grew together, flying high, being introduced and then were attacked one day by the cruel realities of other birds, of weather and storms, of being weak and bruised. So they burrowed into the ground. Sang a sad bird song, trying to hide away from dead ends.
Then, suddenly, a giant bird appeared. It was too big to get bothered, too charming to be picked on and too beautiful to ever want to be attacked. This bird fed the whole bird colony and inspired friendship, grace, good times and respect. Every bird now had bigger fish to fry. They were meant to grow big and brilliant! Soon, they were bigger than mankind and they would teach humanity to feed and train them to grow strong, for the most practical way to fly would be to tame the birds of the sky. And like a chariot, a flocked chariot, they would arrive and lived happy among mankind. And man too needed an example. So they turned to the birds and the birds turned to man.
Then, the big bird was shot down. And the spirit of that time died out amongst all flocks, and everything became violent. All the birds were scattered, hurting each other, flying away from the corruption of mankind.
All was lost, all was barren. Only the faint whistles could be heard, and then, a baby bird in a nest, crying out. And a caring bird appeared, and threw up, to see what more would come of this little bird.
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