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The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute

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Chapter 39 • Vultures, Beggars, Con Men, and Kings<br />

surveying the area. His heart pounded fast in his ears. Lips<br />

trembling, he asked, “Who said that?”<br />

“Who said that?” repeated the voice. It seemed to come from<br />

that isolated tree.<br />

<strong>Jonathan</strong> eyed the vulture-like bird. Neither moved. He spoke,<br />

“You talk? Birds can’t talk!”<br />

Mustering his courage and taking a deep breath, <strong>Jonathan</strong><br />

slowly approached the tree. <strong>The</strong> bird didn’t move a feather, though<br />

<strong>Jonathan</strong> had the distinct feeling <strong>of</strong> being under its gaze.<br />

Again <strong>Jonathan</strong> spoke, trying to keep his voice steady, “You<br />

talk?”<br />

“Of course!” replied the condor arrogantly. “I am a condor,<br />

the largest member <strong>of</strong> the proud vulture family.” <strong>Jonathan</strong>’s knees<br />

buckled and he nearly fell. He caught himself in time and lowered<br />

in a crouch before the tree. “You – you, can speak?”<br />

“Ahem,” puffed the bird. “Can you? You don’t seem to know<br />

what you’re saying half the time. Just mimicking, I suppose.” <strong>The</strong><br />

bird swivelled his head slightly and said, in an accusing tone, “What<br />

did you mean when you said you left a valley <strong>of</strong> vultures?”<br />

“I – I – I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you,” sputtered<br />

<strong>Jonathan</strong>, feeling a little silly to be talking with a bird. “All those<br />

people down there were so cruel and brutal to each other. It’s just a<br />

fi gure <strong>of</strong> speech about vultures and such. <strong>The</strong> people reminded me<br />

<strong>of</strong>, well, <strong>of</strong>...”<br />

“Vultures?” <strong>The</strong> bird expanded the ruff <strong>of</strong> feathers below his<br />

bald head and neck. <strong>Jonathan</strong> nodded meekly.<br />

Alisa emerged from the trees and the sight <strong>of</strong> the exchange<br />

took her breath away. “He exists!” she exclaimed. She hastened to<br />

<strong>Jonathan</strong>’s side and grasped his arm whispering, “<strong>The</strong> great Bard<br />

really exists! I thought it was only a myth. I never imagined – and<br />

so big and ugly!”<br />

<strong>The</strong> condor grunted and fl apped his great wings before settling<br />

back on his branch. “Thank you for the kind introduction, Alisa.”<br />

Seeing her surprise at hearing her name, the Bard responded,<br />

“You knew <strong>of</strong> me. Why shouldn’t I know <strong>of</strong> you and your friend,<br />

<strong>Jonathan</strong>?”<br />

Alisa and <strong>Jonathan</strong> looked at the condor, awestruck.

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