The eaglet high up a hill. He then let it go. With a flutter of its wonderful w

the eaglet high up a hill. He then let it go. With a flutter of its wonderful wings, the bird soared into the sky. It flew higher and higher and higher. Then suddenly, as if remembering something, it swooped down again. It would not leave sight of Bhoja. It circled low, and moved with him all day. When evening came, Bhoja knew he’d have to do something. He waited till the sun began to set. Then he ran and hid in a nearby cave. The eaglet flew round and round for a long while, searching for him. Then as shadows began to fall, it flew away. Away and away and away. Bhoja could see it in the distance, just a speck in the darkening sky. Feeling happy that the bird was now free, he returned home.