One noble nobleman was fond of falconry. Once the hunter brought from the forest a tiny and hardly alive chick. The Duke himself nurtured the baby and gave it to the hunter for training. The chick grew and turned into a strong and beautiful falcon. But nobody ever saw him in the sky - he spent all the days on a tree branch, on which he got a tiny chick.

The duke loved standing on the balcony, watching the training of his hunting birds - the hunter knew his business well, and well-trained eagles and vultures hovered in the sky. But the duke's favorite falcon still did not leave his place.

The disgruntled nobleman sent messengers to all corners of his possessions with the order to find a man who would teach the falcon to fly. One morning, the duke went to the balcony and saw his favorite in the sky above the castle. He was very pleased and ordered immediately to bring him to the person who created this miracle. A few minutes later a simple peasant entered the room.

The surprised nobleman turned to him with the question:
"How did you get him to fly?"
"It was not difficult, Your Grace," replied the peasant, "I just cut down the branch on which the falcon was sitting. Deprived of the usual place, he remembered that he had wings and took off.