The wintry winds had already begun to whistle and the waves to rise when the Drake and his mate gathered their half- grown brood together on the shore of their far northern lake.
"Wife," said he, "it is now time to take the children southward, to the Warm Countries which they have never yet seen!"
Very early the next morning they set out on their long journey, forming a great "V" against the sky in their flight. The mother led her flock and the father brought up the rear, keeping a sharp lookout for stragglers.
All day they flew high in the keen air, over wide prairies and great forests of northern pine, until toward evening they saw below them a chain of lakes, glittering like a string of dark-blue stones.
Swinging round in a half circle, they dropped lower and lower, ready to alight and rest upon the smooth surface of the nearest lake.
Suddenly their leader heard a whizzing sound like that of a bullet as it cuts the air, and she quickly gave the warning: "Honk! honk! Danger, danger!" All descended in dizzy spirals, but as the great Falcon swooped toward them with upraised wing, the ducklings scattered wildly hither and thither. The old Drake came last, and it was he who was struck!
"Honk, honk!" cried all the Ducks in terror, and for a minute the air was full of soft downy feathers like flakes of snow. But the force of the blow was lost upon the well-cushioned body of the Drake, he soon got over his fright and went on his way southward with his family, while the Falcon dropped heavily to the water's edge with a broken wing.
There he stayed and hunted mice as best he could from day to day, sleeping at night in a hollow log to be out of the way of the Fox and the Weasel. All the wit he had was not too much whereby to keep himself alive through the long, hard winter.
Toward spring, however, the Falcon's wing had healed and he could fly a little, though feebly. The sun rose higher and higher in the blue heavens, and the Ducks began to return to their cool northern home. Every day a flock or two flew over the lake; but the Falcon dared not charge upon the flocks, much as he wished to do so. He was weak with hunger, and afraid to trust to the strength of the broken wing.
One fine day a chattering flock of Mallards alighted quite near him, cooling their glossy breasts upon the gently rippling wave.
"Here, children," boasted an old Drake, "is the very spot where your father was charged upon last autumn by a cruel Falcon! I can tell you that it took all my skill and quickness in dodging to save my life. Best of all, our fierce enemy dropped to the ground with a broken wing! Doubtless he is long since dead of starvation, or else a Fox or a Mink has made a meal of the wicked creature! "
By these words the Falcon knew his old enemy, and his courage returned.
"Nevertheless, I am still here!" he exclaimed, and darted like a flash upon the unsuspecting old Drake, who was resting and telling of his exploit and narrow escape with the greatest pride and satisfaction.
"Honk! honk! " screamed all the Ducks, and they scattered and whirled upward like the dead leaves in autumn; but the Falcon with sure aim selected the old Drake and gave swift chase. Round and round in dizzy spirals they swung together, till with a quick spurt the Falcon struck the shining, outstretched neck of the other, and snapped it with one powerful blow of his reunited wing.
Do not exult too soon; nor is it wise to tell of your brave deeds within the hearing of your enemy.
Reflection:
In the story of the Falcon and the Duck the story teller wanted us to learn that boasting and exaggerating the truth can hurt you in the end. The duck was lucky that it dodged the falcon, but to look better to his kids, he described himself as an aerial ace. This taught the true Americans lessons throughout the years about how you should not exaggerate what had happened, which usually lead to uprising and leadership. When time came around for them to prove it and they were lying, the natives would be ashamed causing and uproar. This story moral was not to boast even a little because it is still a lie and you will be found out no matter the time interval.
There was a time when I would get gifts from my parents, but what I got was not as advanced as the other kids. So when I told kids I had something great to me, they had something greater to me, so that’s when I went around to other kids and said I had the best I could think of. Well eventually both stories went around and they found out I was lying and making friends was hard because no one wants to be friends with someone they can not trust. The Falcon and the Duck is probably retold many ways and I learned my lessons not to lie to the ones that you want to trust you. So as the story is retold from the originated story, the lesson is taught to help the ones that need help and cared for.
Dear Diary:
Who are those people who came from the giant sea beast to plunder our land and take our crops? My mentors say that the white tribe is to come and teach us to speak their language, but my parents do not approve. I wish to learn without them here to take what was ours to begin with. The elders are going to speak with the white tribe as well so we get some items in return for the land we spared for their crops. As I write on my canvas about the white people, I become angrier as they stay longer abusing my people with meager supplies so they can suck the life out of our Mother Earth. I wish that the angered and displeased ones would drive them away from our land forever so that we keep our way of life.
Political Cartoon:
"Wife," said he, "it is now time to take the children southward, to the Warm Countries which they have never yet seen!"
Very early the next morning they set out on their long journey, forming a great "V" against the sky in their flight. The mother led her flock and the father brought up the rear, keeping a sharp lookout for stragglers.
All day they flew high in the keen air, over wide prairies and great forests of northern pine, until toward evening they saw below them a chain of lakes, glittering like a string of dark-blue stones.
Swinging round in a half circle, they dropped lower and lower, ready to alight and rest upon the smooth surface of the nearest lake.
Suddenly their leader heard a whizzing sound like that of a bullet as it cuts the air, and she quickly gave the warning: "Honk! honk! Danger, danger!" All descended in dizzy spirals, but as the great Falcon swooped toward them with upraised wing, the ducklings scattered wildly hither and thither. The old Drake came last, and it was he who was struck!
"Honk, honk!" cried all the Ducks in terror, and for a minute the air was full of soft downy feathers like flakes of snow. But the force of the blow was lost upon the well-cushioned body of the Drake, he soon got over his fright and went on his way southward with his family, while the Falcon dropped heavily to the water's edge with a broken wing.
There he stayed and hunted mice as best he could from day to day, sleeping at night in a hollow log to be out of the way of the Fox and the Weasel. All the wit he had was not too much whereby to keep himself alive through the long, hard winter.
Toward spring, however, the Falcon's wing had healed and he could fly a little, though feebly. The sun rose higher and higher in the blue heavens, and the Ducks began to return to their cool northern home. Every day a flock or two flew over the lake; but the Falcon dared not charge upon the flocks, much as he wished to do so. He was weak with hunger, and afraid to trust to the strength of the broken wing.
One fine day a chattering flock of Mallards alighted quite near him, cooling their glossy breasts upon the gently rippling wave.
"Here, children," boasted an old Drake, "is the very spot where your father was charged upon last autumn by a cruel Falcon! I can tell you that it took all my skill and quickness in dodging to save my life. Best of all, our fierce enemy dropped to the ground with a broken wing! Doubtless he is long since dead of starvation, or else a Fox or a Mink has made a meal of the wicked creature! "
By these words the Falcon knew his old enemy, and his courage returned.
"Nevertheless, I am still here!" he exclaimed, and darted like a flash upon the unsuspecting old Drake, who was resting and telling of his exploit and narrow escape with the greatest pride and satisfaction.
"Honk! honk! " screamed all the Ducks, and they scattered and whirled upward like the dead leaves in autumn; but the Falcon with sure aim selected the old Drake and gave swift chase. Round and round in dizzy spirals they swung together, till with a quick spurt the Falcon struck the shining, outstretched neck of the other, and snapped it with one powerful blow of his reunited wing.
Do not exult too soon; nor is it wise to tell of your brave deeds within the hearing of your enemy.
Reflection:
In the story of the Falcon and the Duck the story teller wanted us to learn that boasting and exaggerating the truth can hurt you in the end. The duck was lucky that it dodged the falcon, but to look better to his kids, he described himself as an aerial ace. This taught the true Americans lessons throughout the years about how you should not exaggerate what had happened, which usually lead to uprising and leadership. When time came around for them to prove it and they were lying, the natives would be ashamed causing and uproar. This story moral was not to boast even a little because it is still a lie and you will be found out no matter the time interval.
There was a time when I would get gifts from my parents, but what I got was not as advanced as the other kids. So when I told kids I had something great to me, they had something greater to me, so that’s when I went around to other kids and said I had the best I could think of. Well eventually both stories went around and they found out I was lying and making friends was hard because no one wants to be friends with someone they can not trust. The Falcon and the Duck is probably retold many ways and I learned my lessons not to lie to the ones that you want to trust you. So as the story is retold from the originated story, the lesson is taught to help the ones that need help and cared for.
Dear Diary:
Who are those people who came from the giant sea beast to plunder our land and take our crops? My mentors say that the white tribe is to come and teach us to speak their language, but my parents do not approve. I wish to learn without them here to take what was ours to begin with. The elders are going to speak with the white tribe as well so we get some items in return for the land we spared for their crops. As I write on my canvas about the white people, I become angrier as they stay longer abusing my people with meager supplies so they can suck the life out of our Mother Earth. I wish that the angered and displeased ones would drive them away from our land forever so that we keep our way of life.
Political Cartoon:
ESQ: How has the arrival of people in the new world to seek the American Dream affected the members of the community?
With the Native Americans they did not believe in the fact of the new comers to come and take their land. As we came to the new world we destroyed items and materials that they respected and loved. The Native Americans did not like the arrival of the white man so they retaliated and forced people to get hurt. The Native American's Dream was for the land to be theirs and undisturbed; they did not get their dream so that caused them to become angry to seek vengeance.