The Bird Son

He steps for the peak and his son sitting upon it. “To be a man, you must climb to the mountain top!”

The teen stands, spreading the eagle wings on his back. “I beat you here, by hours.”

“I can’t fly!”

“So, I am not a man, for your jealousy?”


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