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his first flight the young seagull was alone in his ledge somehow when he had taken a little run forward to the brink of the ledge and attempted to flap his wings he became afraid the day before all day long he had watched his parents flying about with his brothers and sister perfecting them in the art of flight teaching them how to skim the waves and how to dive for fish he had in fact seen his older brother catch his first herring and devour it standing on a rock while his parents circled around raising a proud cackle he felt the heat because he had not eaten since the previous nightfall then he had found a dried piece of mackerel's tail at the far edge of his ledge now there was not a single scrap of food left he saw his two brothers and his sister lying on the plateau dozing with their heads sunk into their necks his father was preeming the feathers on his white back only his mother was looking at him she was standing on a little high hump on the plateau her white breast thrust forward now and again she tore at a piece of fish that lay at her feet and then scraped each side of her beak on the rock the sight of the food maddened him he cried begging her to bring him over some food gaalula she screamed back mockingly but he kept calling plaintively and after a minute or so he uttered a joyful scream his mother had picked up a piece of the fish and was flying across to him with it he leaned out eagerly tapping the rock with his feet trying to get nearer to her as she flew across but when she was just opposite to him abreast of the ledge she halted he waited a moment in surprise wondering why she did not come nearer and then maddened by hunger he dived at the fish with a loud scream he fell outwards and downwards into space his mother had swooped upwards then a monstrous terror seized him and his heart stood still he could hear nothing but it only lasted a moment the next moment he felt his wings spread outwards the wind rushed against his breast feathers then under his stomach and against his wings he could feel the tips of his wings cutting through the air he was not falling headlong now he was soaring gradually downwards and outwards he was no longer afraid he just felt a bit dizzy then he flapped his wings once and his sword upwards he uttered a joyous scream and flapped them again he saw it higher he raised his breast and banked against the wind [Music] his mother swooped past him her wings making a loud noise he answered her with another scream then he completely forgot that he had not always been able to fly and commenced himself to dive and soar...