This is a story of two neighbors who lived in a forest before it became New York City. Their names were Desmond the Eagle and Alex the Raven. Desmond lived in a nest nestled in the high branches of a great sycamore tree, while Alex lived in a smaller, neighboring cypress tree.
Desmond was a very nice avian, considering he was a bird of prey. He always made sure he killed his prey quickly, and he always tried to hunt only elderly prey and never young animals. Alex, on the other hand, always waited lazily for another animal to kill its prey, then ate the remainders and didn't even share with his fellow scavengers.
One day, a bird fell from the sky in front of Alex's and Desmond's trees. Her name was Lucy the Kite. Both Desmond and Alex saw her from their homes in the trees.
"Autumn is coming. If she is not healthy by winter, she will surely starve," Desmond said to himself.
"Stupid bird. Should have been more careful! I would never share my food with such an idiotic bird," Alex thought.
While Alex turned his back on the scene, Desmond swooped down to help the little kite. He brought her back to his nest, where he spent most of his waking hours nursing her wing back to health. He even hunted different kinds of prey that she liked, even though most of them were too small for him. Alex continued on being his usual unaltruistic self.
By the end of autumn, Lucy was healthy once more, but winter struck the forest hard. Along with it, a sickness hit the citizens of the wood, including both Desmond and Alex. Lucy, who hadn't gotten sick and who was grateful that Desmond had saved her life, took care of him all throughout the winter. Alex, however, had no friends because of his rude manners and inhospitable nature, and the cruel winter took his life because of it.
(FIN.)
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