Here is the story of the falcon, the angel and the death adder:
The falcon always soared as high as she could, and descended as low. One day an angel appeared to her at the top of her flight. The angel told the falcon that she could soar even higher than the sun, but that she might not be able to return to Earth. The falcon asked how she would feed herself. The angel answered that he, the angel, would provide an appropriate source of sustenance. The falcon asked for a day to consider and the angel agreed.
The falcon flew as low as she could, until the sun dropped out of view. There, in the bowels of Earth, she met the death adder. The death adder told her that she could fly even lower, into the world beneath the world, where she could eat and laugh and love forever with others like her. The falcon asked what she would have to do in return. The death adder said nothing, except that she could never again go to the top of the world, but would have to be content with the space between, where other birds flew nearby.
The falcon asked for a day to consider things. The death adder stuck out his long tongue, but agreed.
The falcon dropped to an old man’s porch while she considered these two fine offers. The old man came out to give her a few scraps and leftovers such as he had. He asked the falcon where she planned to fly next.
"I don’t know," the falcon said, shaking her dark little head. She could not meet the old man’s eyes, knowing that if she did, the man might sense an inclination in her twisted face. "I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know…"