The Baby Bird peered from under his father’s feathered wing and dreamt of flying.
The Ancestors said to him in gifted visions: “We remember the sky and it was glorious!”
Father Bird said: “This is an important part of your heritage.”
Day and night, which all seemed the same, Baby Bird practiced flying – at last achieving a promising lift upon the Arctic Breeze.
One day the rookery exploded into cries: “Here come our mothers with food!”
Rushing forward, Baby Bird excitedly conveyed his dream and progress to his exhausted mother.
Mother Bird exclaimed: “Are you crazy? You’re only a penguin!”