Thousands of years ago-one arrow, -struck a crane, who was flying high above the sky, perhaps talking to the clouds, like a stick of fire.
It came crushing down-withering with pain. The destiny of the crane was beyond doubt-to be the prey of a greedy man.
But destiny had scripted some other fate for that crane-it came near the place where a young prince was playing.
He came rushing down to the crane-took it in his lap. The young prince soon became busy thinking ways to save the crane.
His brother-whose arrow had struck the crane-came running. He demanded the wounded crane. If that crane had some power to guess human behavior-his heartbeat would have gone faster. Did the young prince have sensed its trembling heart? He refused to return the crane.
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