walking through a meadow, a farmer found an eagle's egg. He put in a bag and, once on his farm, put it in the nest of a barnyard hen. That was how the eaglet was hatched and raised with a brood of chickens. Believing that was one of them, the eagle was limited to do throughout his life the same as did everyone else. Digging in the earth for worms and insects chirping and crowing. Even shaking the wings and flew a few feet into the air, imitating the back of the other hens.
As the years passed and the eagle became a strong and vigorous bird. And one day he saw a magnificent bird it planned majestically through the sky. The eagle could not help but look up, amazed at how that bird plowed the air currents moving its powerful wings. "What's that?" He asked in wonder at a hen who was at his side.
"It's the eagle, the king of all birds," his companion replied crestfallen. "It's the opposite of what we are. You and I were born to keep my head down and look to the ground." And so the eagle never again he looked to the sky. As I have said, died thinking it was a simple domestic fowl.