An old bird advises a young bird not to spend much time hopping from one twig to another twig on an acacia tree by the side of the road that leads to the forest.
“But I want to have a good view of the world around us, the better to enjoy the beauty of it,” the young bird insists.
“Birds are not supposed to be aesthetically minded and enjoy the beauty of their surroundings. Give that job to the painters and the artists and the loafers. You are supposed to find worms to eat,” says the old bird.
“You are a tyrant among birds. You want to lord it over us. You don’t listen to reason.”
“Well, tyrants also have common sense. Remember I am much older. You are young and still need to eat plenty of worms.” It goes without saying that in the world of avian creatures, the number of worms a bird has swallowed in his lifetime is the measure of his wisdom and experience.
Because it is an argument that no one will win, the young bird has decided to abide by the peaceful co-existence policy among avian creatures: You do your thing, I’ll do mine.
It is not known if birds too have adrenalin, but this young bird is so hyperactive he really wants to hop and hop and fly from one twig to another and chirp and chirp to his heart’s content. The morning sun is not yet high up in the sky. But a little boy is up from bed, and wants to try his skill with the new slingshot his father has made for him.
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