It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea. A mile from shore a fishing boat chummed the water and the word for Breakfast Flock flashed through the air, till a crowd of a thousand seagulls came to dodge and fight for bits of food. It was another busy day beginning.
But way off alone, out by himself beyond boat and shore, Jonatan Livingston Seagull was practicing.
why Jon, why? his mother asked. Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can´t you leave the low flying to the pelicans, the alhatross? Why don´t you eat? Son, you are bone and feathers...
I don´t mind being bone and feathers mom. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can´t, that is all. I just want to know...
It wasn´t long Jonathan Gull was off by himself again far out at sea, hungry,happy, learning...
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