The Pigeon

The Pigeon

     Once there was a young pigeon who spent all his days on the roof of an old sawmill. He boasted to passersby: "If I wanted to," he cooed confidently, "I could fly all the way to America. And if I wanted, I'd be in Antarctica in an hour!"

     The animals just nodded their heads.

     One day, an old badger happened by. When he heard the pigeon puffing himself up again, he said: "Anyone with a full crop can talk about the horizon. But you only know your real wings when you leave the edge of this roof. So far, you're just stirring up dust."

     The pigeon blushed. He folded his wings and from then on never said "if I wanted to" again. He understood that words are merely the shadows of deeds.

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