Edited by Richard Walker, Wednesday, 13 Sep 2017, 22:48
One day some young ravens, hardly more than chicks, went to visit the Oldest Raaven Of Awe. Their parents told them it was their duty, and besides they might learn stuff and pass it on to the next generation (ect ect bore yawn whadever.)
"Oldest Raaven of Awe", asked the littlest of the young ravens (being small makes you pretend to be brave), "What is it like to be OLD?".
The oldest Raaven looked at the little raven kindly, and replied.
"I cannot see so well, nor hear. My feathers are shedding, and I can no longer fly without my mobility wings. My appetites have all nearly gone, and only one is left. That is the thirst for knowledge, and it rages as strongly as ever. So for me every day is a blessing."
"Be well, ravenlets, and remember we are the cleverest of all birds. Always celebrate that, and may you all live long!"
The Old Raaven
One day some young ravens, hardly more than chicks, went to visit the Oldest Raaven Of Awe. Their parents told them it was their duty, and besides they might learn stuff and pass it on to the next generation (ect ect bore yawn whadever.)
"Oldest Raaven of Awe", asked the littlest of the young ravens (being small makes you pretend to be brave), "What is it like to be OLD?".
The oldest Raaven looked at the little raven kindly, and replied.
"I cannot see so well, nor hear. My feathers are shedding, and I can no longer fly without my mobility wings. My appetites have all nearly gone, and only one is left. That is the thirst for knowledge, and it rages as strongly as ever. So for me every day is a blessing."
"Be well, ravenlets, and remember we are the cleverest of all birds. Always celebrate that, and may you all live long!"
Moral: Not all old Ravens are grumpy.