In fact, his older brother grabbed his first herring and saw it swallowing, standing on a rock, while his parents surrounded a proud hinder. In the morning, the whole family walked off the cliff in the middle of the large plateau and laughed at his cowardice.
The sun was now climbing the sky, lovingly burning on his rope facing the south. He felt the heat because he hadn’t eaten since the previous night. Then, he found a dry piece of mackerel
The young Siegel was alone. His two brothers and his sister had already flown the previous day. He was afraid to fly with them. Somehow, when he ran just before the edge of the ledge and tried to fold the wings, he was scared. The big expansion of the sea stretched down, and it was so far down – miles down. He felt firm that his wings would never support himself; So he bent his head and ran back to the little hole he slept at night.
Every brother and his little girl, while his wings were much lower than his own, ran to the edge, folded the wings, and flew, he failed to raise the courage to take that fall that seemed to him. His father and mother shouted at him and threatened to starve in his bar if he did not fly him. But for his life, he couldn’t move.
It was twenty-four hours ago. Since then, no one has come near him. The day before that, all day, he was watching his parents fly with his brothers and sisters, making them full of air art, learning how to reduce the waves and make the fish full. He, inside
Wall in the distance of his ledge. Now, not even a scrap of food is left. He searched every inch, and he and his brothers and sisters roasted between the rough, dirty-covered straw nest. He looked at dry egg nests. It was like eating a part of itself.
He then went from one end of the ledge to the other, and his long gray legs glazed, trying to find some way to reach the parents without flying. But on each side of him, the rope fell and ended up with the sea below. Between him and his parents, there was a deep, wide crack.
If he can only go north with the face of the cliff, can he reach them without flying? But, then
Can he walk? There is no rope, he is not an E. Above him, he couldn’t see anything. The vertical path was clean, and its top was far from the sea below him.
He slowed down to the edge of the ledge, and, with the other leg on one leg, stood under his wings, glaring one eye, and then the other, pretending to be asleep. Still, they didn’t notice him. He saw his two brothers and his sister lying on the plateau, and their heads sank into the neck. His father was sweeping feathers on his white back. Only his mother was looking at him.
She was standing in a little tall cone on the plateau, and her white breast was pushed forward. Now again and again, she tore a fish lying on her feet and then wiped every side of her flag on the rock. The sight of the food made him hysterical. How much he loved to tear down the food so, wiping his neck back now! He pronounced a low hacry. His mother also shouted and looked at him.
““Ka, ka, ka, he cried and begged him to bring some food. ‘Cowl-ol-Ah, she screamed for fun. But he simply called, and a minute later, he said a happy scream. His mother was taking a fish and flying across with him.He was eagerly leaning, tapping the rock with her legs, trying to get closer to her as she flew across. But when she was opposite him straight, near Ledge, she stopped, her legs hung active, her wings shook, and the fish strip in her hook could not reach his hook.
Why did she wait a moment with surprise and wonder why she didn’t come near, and then he looked at the fish as hysterical with hunger. With loud screams, he fell outward and down into space. His mother moved upwards. When he went under her, she heard the swish of her wings.
Then a terrific terrorism captured him, and his heart stood motionless. He couldn’t hear anything. But it only lasted a moment. The next moment, he felt the wings spread outward. The air rushed against his breast feathers, then under his stomach, and against the wings. He can feel
Notes that cut his wings through the air.
He is not heading now. He was gradually, downhill and externally rising. He is no longer afraid. He felt a little dizzy. Later, he once flipped the wings, and he rose upwards.
He made a happy scream and folded them again. He rose. He raised the breast and dissolved against the air. ‘Ka, ka, ka. Ka, ka, ka. .
Then, completely forgetting that he was not always able to fly, he began to dive and rise.
He was now close to the sea, flying straight on top of it, and above the sea. Below him saw a vast green sea, and the small ridges on top of it moved; He turned his hook sideways and had fun. His parents and his brothers and sisters had landed this green ground in front of him. They were shouting at him. He gave up his feet to stand in the green sea. His legs sank into it. He screamed with fear, tried to wake up again, and folded the wings. But he was tired and weak with hunger, and he couldn’t get tired of strange exercise. His legs sank into the green sea, and then
His stomach touched it, and he didn’t sink too far.
He was floating on it. Around him, his clutthukers screamed, praised him, and their hooks overthrew him with no crumbs.
He was making his first flight.