you_can_fly_etude_five fyn gula He was startled at what occured before him, but it affected him little because things were not normal in this place. "what do you mean?" he asked, watching the bird fly up and then back down resting on the donkey's head. "we can only do the things that time allows. we are given so much space and the amount is always limited." "but you can fly anywhere you want," he said, puzzled, for birds were, he thought, freedom in bone and feather. "yes, but the sky is our tomb and the earth our grave." the bird said, and he flew at the man until he covered his face. 000216 what's it to you? who go blather from