As an eagle circled around a hill in the light breeze, a flight of swallows accosted it from all sides. They zoomed past it at every which angle, but the eagle kept circling without paying them any attention. Baffled by their adversary’s lack of concern, the swallows screeched with laughter. “Screech as much as you wish,” sighed the eagle, “but you are too puny to even laugh at, as are the bugs you chase from dawn till dusk.” Soon enough, a hare appeared between trees in the foothills, and the eagle swooped down at once. “We scared it away,” screeched the swallows at the top of their voices, “we scared it away!” There was no end to their merriment as they flew hither and thither. Out of their sight, the eagle grabbed the hare with its talons, pecked it to death with its beak, and rose in the breeze above the treetops. As it floated with its prey toward its nest on a neighboring hill, the swallows still celebrated their victory high in the sky.