an american indian tells about a brave who found an eagle's egg and put it into the nest of a prairie chicken*原鸡. the eaglet小鹰 hatched with the brood一伙，一窝 of chicks and grew up with them.
all its life, the changeling低能的 eagle, thinking it was a prairie chicken, did what the prairie chickens did. it scratched in the dirt for seeds and insects to eat. it clucked咯咯叫 and cackled咯咯叫，喋喋不休. and it flew in a brief thrashing of wings and flurry慌张，疾风 of feathers no * than a few feet off the ground. after all, that's how prairie chickens were supposed to fly.
years passed. and the changeling eagle grew very old. one day, it saw a magnificent壮丽的，宏伟的 *rd far above in the cloudless sky. hanging with graceful1 majesty威严，雄伟 on the powerful wind currents, it soared with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings.
"what a beautiful *rd!" said the changeling eagle to its neighbor. "what is it?"
"that's an eagle - the chief of the *rds," the neighbor clucked. "but don't give it a second thought. you could n*r be like him."
so the changeling eagle n*r gave it a second thought and it died thinking it was a prairie chicken.
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