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*dramatic music plays*
*camera pans out around the lake*
The story I want to tell you is true. They say the story of the mountains was told with a view of the birds, but it's never been told from the heart of one. Not till now.
I was hatched in this land that would come to be known the old rockies, but to my kind the land was ageless; it had no beginning an no end. No boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind in the willows, we belong here. We have always belonged here.
They say the bird is the spirit of the mountains, whether that mountain was won or lost in the end, but you'll have to decide for yourself. But the story I want to tell you is true. I was hatched here. And I remember. I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name. And the time when the wild fowl flew free.
*more dramatic music*
*birds flying, circling the mountain to come to rest in the trees above the lake.*
*camera pans to birds dabbling in the water*
Mmkay, so I stole this from Stallion of the Cimarron, but don't tell Disney, okay?
THAT IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE MOVIE EVEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR
We must become friends.
