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一只小鹰

　　The mother said, "Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you have to do is come get it."

　　"Come get it!" said the baby, with much anger. "How?"

　　The mother flew away.

　　The baby cried and cried and cried.

　　A few days later, "I'm going to end it all," he said. "I give up. It is time for me to die."

　　He didn't know his mother was nearby. She swooped down to the nest with his last meal.

　　"Eat this, it's your last meal," she said.

　　The baby cried, but he ate and whined(发牢骚，哭诉) and whined about what a bad mother she was.

　　"You're a terrible mother," he said. Then she pushed him out of the nest.

　　He fell.

　　Head first.

　　Picked up speed.

　　Faster and faster.

　　He screamed. "I'm dying I'm dying," he cried. He picked up more speed.

　　He looked up at his mother. "How could you do this to me?"

　　He looked down.

　　The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize his own death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and whined and complained. "This isn't fair!" he screamed.

　　Something strange happens.

　　The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the sky. He wasn't moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed up at the sun.