Just A Thought ~ NON-REALIZATION

An Indian found an eagle's egg and put it into the nest of a prairie chicken. The eaglet hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them.

All its life, the changeling eagle, thinking it was a prairie chicken, did what the other chickens did. It scratched in the dirt for seeds and insects. It clucked and cackled; it flew in a brief thrashing of wings and flurry of feathers no more than a few feet off the ground, because that's how prairie chickens were supposed to fly.

Years passed, and the changeling eagle grew very old. One day, it saw a magnificent bird far above in the cloudless sky, hanging with graceful majesty on the powerful wind currents, it soared with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings.

“What a beautiful bird!" said the changeling eagle to its neighbor. "What is it?"

“That’s an eagle ~ the chief of the birds," the neighbor clucked. “But don't give it a second thought. You could never be like him." So the changeling eagle never gave it another thought. And it died thinking it was a prairie chicken.