Once, a man saw a flock of hens near a pond. So, in order to play a prank, he purchased an egg from the supermarket and put in along with the other eggs that the hens had laid. He left the place, and soon forgot all about it. A few days later, the egg hatched and a creature came out. It was most definitely not a chicken, but all the hens, cocks and chickens were blind to that fact. They gave him the name Faggot.
So, one day, as Faggot was feeding, he noticed a strange shape in the sky. "What the fuck is that," he asked the hen who was feeding him.
"That, my dear Faggot, is the golden eagle," was the reply. "The majestic beast that roams the skies and feeds off little Faggots who talk while they eat."
The little Faggot was undeterred in his quest to be like the golden eagle. He watched the golden eagle each day and wished and prayed that he could also one day fly like him and own the skies.
One day, he started noticing that he wasn't like the other hens. Oh no, his entire body was different. Maybe, just maybe, Faggot wasn't really a chicken. Maybe, he was a golden eagle, destined to fly, destined to own the skies. So he talked to his best friends Motherfucker and Sisterfucker.
Obviously, the elder brother, Motherfucker was absolutely against it. "Oh no dawg, you just went full retard. Never go full retard. You a motherfucking hen, Faggot. Why you wanna go and ruin all that just for a chance at roaming the fucking skies?"
Sisterfucker, however, used a different approach. He said, "Did you know, Faggot, that up in the air, there are no trees to save one from the harmful rays of the sun, and if one went really high, there would be no ozone layer either to shield one from the skin cancer that accompanies the UV radiations of the sun."
At this, Faggot's ears started to burn. He had never been talked to like this before. He said, "I have no idea what the fuck you just said, but I caught your tone and I know that you will never support me in what I do. So I must now go to find my own destiny."
With this, Faggot left his clan. He climbed up the local hill and said to himself, "This is it. This is what my life has led to. This is my moment. All I have to do is spread my wings and fly."
With this notion in mind, Faggot jumped from the cliff and felt the wind in his feathers. He felt something he had never felt before in his life. He felt freedom, but not only that, he felt like he belonged. Maybe, all along he had just been an eagle in a chicken's world. Maybe, now he was finally embracing his destiny. Then, suddenly he hit the ground with a sickening splat, because he was not a fucking golden eagle, but just a duck. And this particular duck could not fly.