An Eagle that Grew up among Chickens

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
An eagle grew up not realising what it was acapable of until one day when challenges came

Submitted: December 22, 2019

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An eagle that grew up among chickens

There was a great eagle that laid four eggs to eventually hatch its eaglets. Eagles are characteristic of laying their eggs very high in the trees where very few birds can reach. Their unique vision enables them to see from a distance which makes their flight at distances high up in the sky of no influence on their ability to see distant objects with absolute focus. However, this eagle lived in an area without tall trees and it was the only one of its kind, hence it set its nest in the woods close to the ground. When time to hatch its eaglets came, only three of them were hatched, the last one couldn’t break its shell. With despair, the eagle eventually flew away with its three little eaglets, leaving behind the fourth egg But immediately they set off, the fourth eaglet hatched, nonetheless, there was no one to welcome it to a life filled with tremendous adventure and hunting, flying in the highest of skies and fishing at remarkable speed from the sky.

The eaglet soon came out of the nest, no one to learn from and no one to imitate, it walked slowly, looking around as it were a strange land, not encompassed by shells, so vast with no limits as to how far wide it can go. Slowly it walked with no hope in sight of anything alive, just dry bushes with noises of chirping birds in distant trees. It was a hot day, above a clear sky with no sign of clouds appeared. Shadows of dried branches were too narrow to provide refuge from the scotching sun and noises of popping pods were heard as heat struck the dried tree branches. As the eaglet continued walking, it saw from a distance an isolated farm house, near it was a brood, and they were feeding on bran, a product of maize milling. The eaglet, having starved for some time now wasn’t patient enough to learn how this is done but joined the chickens and started feeding. The flock of chickens graciously embraced it and started feeding with it all the time.

As days went by, the eagle grew and grew until it surpassed the size of the chickens.

It was strong, yet that was not realized nor was it aware of its abilities. The only thing it new was how to feed like chickens, and amazing of all, it had never for once tried to flap its wings hence had no knowledge of how majestic its flight was. The eagle noticed the difference in appearance between the brood of chickens and itself but that didn’t matter because they led the same way of life. One day, it happened that as they were all feeding on crumbs in the open, an enormous, shiny, silver-colored cobra snake appeared from thin air, it swiftly slide to grab the neck of one cock as it lowered its head to the ground where the crumbs were. In fright the eagle moved at the speed of light, as it were, and grabbed the snake by its craws whose purpose had never been known from old. If flapped its wings and flew to a height no chicken could comprehend. Everything so drastically within a second the eagle was in the sky with the snake held by the craws, pierces within the flesh of the snake, it was defenseless, no were to cling but the craws which accompanied the excruciating pain. Even though the snake had the swiftest moves on the ground, it couldn’t defend itself in the sky, the eagle soon let go of the cobra at an inconceivable height. After a few minutes of free fall, the eagle again rushed at the snake and grabbed it by the craws, the nails pierced its flesh creating even more wounds, letting it go and injuring it again continuously soon killed the snake, when it fail to the ground it was immovable, dead as it was, killed by an eagle. All the chickens were left in awe as the eagle finally landed to the ground. On this day, the eagle realized a lot about itself, abilities it never thought it possessed, flying at heights higher than the usual chicken heights, killing a snake which was a predator to chickens, and discovering the use of its craws.

This realization changed the eagle’s life; it lived the life of its purpose afterwards. However this did not belittle the chickens. Without the presumed attack by the snake, none of this would have been realized; the eagle would have grown old, and died living like a chicken. Its abilities however did not undermine those of the chickens. Instead the incidence only showed the eagle what its abilities were, how far it could stretch beyond what it grew up doing.

This story was meant for the purpose of showing you that life may have placed you in circumstances that blind you to your purpose, your abilities and your role in your community. You may have grown up around people or in places that hinder you from stretching your limits and realize your purpose just like an eagle that grew up in the wrong environment. An environment where it lived an imitative just like most of us are right now. We look at people around us and we want to be like them, we want to be a reflection of a wrong object, like a wrong piece not meant to complete a puzzle. We are not mirrors, we are meant to be sources of light, like a candle we need to burn our purpose out; to light the world and make a difference. Everyone has a purpose in life and that is the reason why we are born, let us realize what we are good at and put our abilities to good use in a society that has gaps we can fill. Diversity shows that competition is of no use in a land of variety. We have to embrace the fact that each one is different and see where in a melody our tone can fit. There is more depression and hate in trying to compete with others. We all have our paths, if all these were combined the world would be a better place, knowing that everyone in their uniqueness has a role to play in bringing goodness to this miserable and dying world.

Enock Chomba


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