They came fluttering down hurriedly to more congenial levels, and flew back to the grove to boast of their 'great victory.'" "My, but that eagle must have felt awfully ashamed!" exclaimed the Babe.
"The _next_ day," continued Uncle Andy, without noticing the interruption, "the two old crows began to think it would soon be time to teach this independent pair of youngsters to fly.

And they thought, too, that they'd be able to manage it all by themselves, without any help or advice from the rest of the flock.

While they were thinking about it, in the next tree, for they were not a great pair to stay at home, you know, one of the youngsters, the female, gave an impatient squawk, spread her wings, and fell off her branch.

She thought it was flying, you know, but at first she just fell, flapping her wings wildly.

In two seconds, however, she seemed to get the hang of it, more or less.