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Creative Writing: Living Like A Beetle

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Then one day, across the barnyard flew a giant eagle. He swept lower and lower until the strange awkward little bird on the ground lifted his head and pointed his crooked beak into the sky to see what it was. The misfit creature then stretched his wings out and began to hobble across the yard. He flapped his wings harder and harder until the wind picked him up and carried him higher and higher. He began to soar through the clouds! He discovered what he was . . . HE WAS AN EAGLE! And he was trying to live like a goose! (Someone said, “How can you soar like an eagle when you are hanging around turkeys?”)

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