“Squawk!” Eagle swooped into the tree. “I have the sharpest talons. I demand respect. I will be Ruler of Birds.”
Crow glared at Eagle, “Won’t do! You need rules!”
Mother Owl said, “Eagle, what is important here is what makes us the same? Who knows?”
“We all sing,” said Canary.
“We lay eggs,” said Prairie Hen.
Little Wren flew next to Mother Owl. “Yes, Little Wren?”
“We have wings, and we fly.”
All the birds squabbled and quarreled.
“I’m the fastest.”
“I have the longest wings.”
“I fly the farthest.”
“I have the biggest wings.”
“I can fly the highest.”
“I’m best at soaring.”
“I can stop in the air.”
The big birds quarreled and squabbled and flew at each other, most rudely! The smaller birds tweeted, “We were not heard.”
Crow insisted, “We need a contest.”
The large birds cheered. The small birds protested that they were too small.
“Quiet! Order!” screeched Owl.
The chatter stopped.
Little Wren said, “Mother Owl, a flying contest. Whoever flies the highest and the longest will be ruler.”
“Yes, Little Wren, a flying contest.”
Crow directed, “Those wanting to be ruler, perch up along the lower branches.”
Big and small birds crowded on the lower branches of the tree-of-life. To the ground, sank the limbs.
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