A vulture descended from the sky, above the maggot's head, and smiled condescendingly: "Poor thing, I really don't know how many hardships you have experienced, but what benefits did you get from climbing so high?" What kind of will and freedom can you have? It's not just bending over, being at the mercy of the weather. "

"You fly high," replied the maggot. "It's easy to joke with me, because you are strong by wings, but fate has not given me these qualities; I can stand in such a high place only because of luck, and I have the strength to hold on tight. "