The wounded falcon.

Falcons gained historical renown after being chosen to be presented year in year out to the Spanish prince reigning over a small island tucked away in the central Mediterranean region. Every year a new young falcon found itself with the elite of the breed.

One of the falcons' name was Chaser, though many a time people preferred to call him by his adopted Spanish.

During his first years of service, when in the best of health, and very smart in his specie's colourful livery, and his volatile swiftness, he was a prized link in a family of dazzling prowess.

His hunting technique was second to none. He unfailingly returned to his princely owner, during long spells of hunting expeditions, with prized trophies.

With the passing of years Chaser's strength started to decay. Only his reproductive bravados kept the banner hoisted very high up on the flagstaff. He often managed to secure the prettiest of the female cohort.

With time his health began to deteriorate and he was becoming a burden to his falconry peer group. It was true that new arrivals kept the sport going but Chaser became depressed, dejected and gloomy, the routine shortcomings associated with old age.

Unfortunately, Chaser did not realise that though he was getting older he did not need to become old.

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