Gravity is a habit that is hard to shake off. Everyone knows why the tortoise does this. And it sees the world for the first time, no longer one inch from the ground but five hundred feet above it, and it thinks: what a great friend I have in the eagle.Īnd almost always the tortoise plunges to its death. Īnd a minute later the tortoise finds the world dropping away from it. Talons and claws enough to make a meal of anything smaller than it is and at least take a hurried snack out of anything bigger.Īnd yet the eagle will sit for hours on the crag and survey the kingdoms of the world until it spots a distant movement and then it will focus, focus, focus on the small shell wobbling among the bushes down there on the desert. Eyesight keen enough to spot the rustle of some small and squeaky creature half a mile away. A creature of the air and high places, whose horizons go all the way to the edge of the world. It has survived while the rest of evolution flowed past it by being, on the whole, no threat to anyone and too much trouble to eat.Īnd then there is the eagle. It has about as good a turn of speed as you need to hunt down a lettuce. It is impossible to live nearer the ground without being under it. The tortoise is a ground-living creature.
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