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On his ledge, the juvenile seagull was by himself. The day before, his sister and his two brothers had already taken off. He possessed feared taking a flight with them. He tried to flap his wings as he ran a little way to the edge of the ledge, but for some reason, it made him terrified. The vast expanse of the sea extended below, and it was kilometers below. He bowed his head and fled back to the small hole beneath the ledge where he slept at night since he was positive that his wings would never be able to sustain him.

He couldn't even get the bravery to take that seemingly desperate leap, even though his brothers and small sister—whose wings were far shorter than his own—ran to the edge, fluttered their wings, and flew away. He had heard his mother and father crying out to him in a loud voice, reprimanding him, and threatening to leave him starving on his ledge if he didn't go off. But he was immobile for the life of him.

That happened 24 hours ago.
No one had gone near him since.
He had spent the entire previous day witnessing his parents practicing their flying skills with his siblings and sister, showing them how to skim the waves and dive for fish. In actuality, he had witnessed his elder brother catch his first herring and eat it while perched on a rock, all the while his parents surrounded him, yelling with pride. The entire family had been laughing at his fear as they strolled around the large plateau halfway down the other cliff throughout the morning.

Now that the light was rising higher in the sky, it was shining brightly on his southern-facing ledge. He hadn't eaten since the previous evening, so he could feel the heat. At the further end of his ledge, he then discovered a dried fragment of mackerel tail. There wasn't even a crumb of food left. He had looked everywhere, digging through the hard, filthy straw nest that had hatched him, his siblings, and his sister. He even nibbled on the dehydrated eggshell fragments. It was similar to devouring a piece of himself.

Then, with his long gray legs stepping daintily, he trotted back and forth from one end of the ledge to the other, hoping to discover a way to go to his parents without having to fly. However, the ledge terminated abruptly on each side of him, plunging into the sea below. And there was a big, deep fissure between him and his parents.

If he could only make his way north along the cliff wall, perhaps he could make it to them without having to fly. Then again, what could he walk on? He was not a fly, and there was no ledge. And he had nothing to look at above him. The steep edge of the precipice appeared to be farther away than the waters below him.

The remaining Story will be continued in the next part…………………..