AN INDIAN BRAVE FOUND AN EGG THAT HAD BEEN LAID BY AN EAGLE. NOT BEING ABLE TO RETURN THE EGG TO AN EAGLE'S NEST HE PLACED THE EGG IN A NEST OF A PRAIRIE CHICKEN.

EVENTUALLY, THE EGG HATCHED ALONGSIDE THE PRAIRIE CHICKENS. THE LITTLE EAGLE THOUGHT HE WAS A PRAIRIE CHICKEN, HE CLUCKED, CACKLED AND SCRATCHED IN THE DIRT AND FLEW JUST A FEW FEET ABOVE THE GROUND.

THAT IS HOW PRAIRIE CHICKENS WERE SUPPOSED TO FLY. YEARS PASSED AND THE LONE PRAIRIE CHICKEN EAGLE GREW VERY OLD. ONE DAY HE SAW A MAGNIFICIENT BIRD FAR ABOVE HIM 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 OLD EAGLE. WHAT KIIND OF A BIRD IS IT? IT IS AN EAGLE, REPLIED ONE OF THE PRAIRIE CHICKENS, BUT DO NOT THINK ABOUT IT. YOU COULD NEVER BE LIKE THAT BEAUTIFUL GRACEFUL BIRD.

THE OLD EAGLE WHO THOUGHT HE WAS A PRAIRIE CHICKEN DIED BUT IN HIS HEART HE FELT SAD BECAUSE HE NEVER REALLY UNDERSTOOD WHY HE NEVER COULD BE THE EAGLE.

IF A PERSON SETTLES FOR MEDIOCRITY AND IS SATISFIED WITH THE HO-HUM STATUS QUO, THAN IT SHOULD BE EASY TO BE A PRAIRIE CHICKEN.

EVERYTHING COMES FROM OUR MIND.