A great king was coming home from a far land. He was lost. The only companion with him was his best friend, a hawk. chilled They had no food. They had no drink.The king was afraid that they would die of thirst.
But on the third night, the king suddenly heard a sound of rushing water.The king's hawk flew off his shoulder, and found a river from the hillside.
Quickly, the king held his cup in the waterfall, and filled it with cool water.But as he lifted it to his mouth ,the hawk suddenly flew at him, hitting the tin cup from his hands.
Quickly, the thirsty king filled his empty cup again. But again, the hawk hit it from his hand before he could drink.
A third time, the king filled his cup, and a third time, the hawk hit it away. the king was angry.so hie took out his sword, and killed his friend, the hawk.
was his hands shaking, the king picked up his tin cup once more and began to dip it in the water.Then he saw something else glistening in the moonlight.Therewas a snake, Poison was dripping from its teeth into the water.
The king knew that a drop of would have killed him. The hawk was trying to save his life.The king dropped his cup, sat beside his friend, and cried.
The next morning, as the sun rose, the king looked down from the high hill. Below him he saw his kingdom.and with his feet as heavy as his heart, the king carried the hawk slowly down the hill to his home.