and the waters slowly disappeared with each new rock that left its beak into the sea.
One stormy evening, the bird was flying out above the waves. On that night, the wind was different.
It swept up the clouds into a much greater storm than the bird had anticipated. And in a short time, the bird was bewildered by lashing rains and pounding winds as it struggled to maintain its course.
With such a sudden rush of everstronger winds and no strength of its own, it was overcome and surrendered to the storm, falling weakly into the arms of the sea.
As its awareness slipped away, despair rose to replace it and the bird recalled the flock it had left behind. This time, their synthetic bodies were no longer graceful and aloft but shattered upon the ocean floor.
