The Eagle and the Man The Eagle and the Man I heard the story of a man who raised an eagle from an egg, it became his best friend in the whole world, they were… inseparable, he loved it so, everywhere the man went the eagle sure would go. (he tied a rope around its leg so he would never lose it) so each day he’d walk with his eagle on a lead, flying ten feet above the ground, both of them kind of pleased, at this point I need to say that the eagle flew just to one side of the man, so when it passed …well… it missed him with his poo. I know its quite surprising, but the eagle loved the man, they’d often sit at Oceans Cliff, feathered wing in calloused hand, in silence not requiring words they’d watch the sun go down and when morning woke the man would cook the fish they’d bought in town. you know Eagle thought he was truly blessed to have a friend like man, and life was love and roses, until the Eagle shook death’s hand, you see Eagle, had a dodgy heart and I don’t think he knew. until that day, his heart exploded, and our eagle sure went blue. it happened bright one summers dawn, right down on Oceans Cliff, after man had cooked his taloned friend, a healthy dose of fish, on mornings walk, with Eagle soaring just above the man, at cruising speed and altitude just ten feet, above the land, when suddenly… soaring through the sky with wings spread open wide… there came another eagle on his early morning ride. you see I don’t think this eagle in all his years with man, had ever seen a bird like this, living just as God had planned, perhaps it was this beauty wild, untamed, unleashed, that caused our little eagles’ heart to suddenly… just… cease. but the vet who looked at Eagle to find out why he died, well he found something very strange, way down deep inside, you see Eagles heart it was not there not found inside his chest, it fact it wasn’t there at all concluded our dear vet. you see man had raised our Eagle like a child from an egg, and Eagle never flew the skies, his wings they never spread, his eagle heart it did not grow we can be sure of that, for man’s great love had killed him it was his leash, that held him back well the story just gets sadder, its the story, of the man, he still sits, at Oceans Cliff, he still walks the land, and you know I’m not sure, he’s noticed that Eagles time has ceased, cause he still drags his feathered friend At the end of his ten foot leash.
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