Zero Beat
August 5th, 2009, 02:01 AM
A Story From A Book
This is a story i read in a book one day, and typed it. Plz do read and tell me what you think. WARNING SAD STORY
Once there was a boy, when the boy was six his father gave a falcon to train, the falcon didnt like the boy, and the boy didnt liek it, either. its sharp beak made him nervouse, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him. It would slash at him with beak and talons when he came near: for weeks his wrists and hands were always bleeding. he didnt know it, bug his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year and thus nearly impossible to tame.
But the boy tried becuase his father had told him to make the falcon obebient and he wated to please his father. He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, becuase a tired bird was meant to be easier to tame he learned the equipment the jesses, the hood the brail the leash that bound the bird to his wrist. He was ment to keep the falcon blind but he couldnt; bring himself to do it he began to see that the falcon was beautiful, thats its slim wings were built for the speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. when it dived to the gound it moved like light. when it learned to circle and come to his wrist.
He nearly shouted with delight. sometimes the bird would hop to his shoulder and put its beck in his hair. he knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed but perfectly tamed he went to his father and showed him what he had done expecting him to be proud. Instead his father took the bird , now tame and trusting, in his hands and broke its neck 'i told you to make it obedient' said his father and dropped the falcons liffeless body to the ground. 'insead, you taught it to love you. flacons are not ment to loveing pet they are firce and wild, savage and cruel. this bird was not tamed it was broken' later when his fathe left him he boy cried over his brid until his father sent a servan to to take the body of the bird and throw it away and bury it.
The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learn: That to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
Im Sorry If This Story Upsets You
This is a story i read in a book one day, and typed it. Plz do read and tell me what you think. WARNING SAD STORY
Once there was a boy, when the boy was six his father gave a falcon to train, the falcon didnt like the boy, and the boy didnt liek it, either. its sharp beak made him nervouse, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him. It would slash at him with beak and talons when he came near: for weeks his wrists and hands were always bleeding. he didnt know it, bug his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year and thus nearly impossible to tame.
But the boy tried becuase his father had told him to make the falcon obebient and he wated to please his father. He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, becuase a tired bird was meant to be easier to tame he learned the equipment the jesses, the hood the brail the leash that bound the bird to his wrist. He was ment to keep the falcon blind but he couldnt; bring himself to do it he began to see that the falcon was beautiful, thats its slim wings were built for the speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. when it dived to the gound it moved like light. when it learned to circle and come to his wrist.
He nearly shouted with delight. sometimes the bird would hop to his shoulder and put its beck in his hair. he knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed but perfectly tamed he went to his father and showed him what he had done expecting him to be proud. Instead his father took the bird , now tame and trusting, in his hands and broke its neck 'i told you to make it obedient' said his father and dropped the falcons liffeless body to the ground. 'insead, you taught it to love you. flacons are not ment to loveing pet they are firce and wild, savage and cruel. this bird was not tamed it was broken' later when his fathe left him he boy cried over his brid until his father sent a servan to to take the body of the bird and throw it away and bury it.
The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learn: That to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
Im Sorry If This Story Upsets You