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Polly vyliezla až na samý okraj hory. Pod ňou sa skala zvažovala priamo dolu do mora a vlny sa z takej výšky zdali úplne maličké.

Polly climbed to the very edge of the mountain. Below her, the rock fell straight down into the sea, and the waves looked tiny from so high up.

Teplý ranný vzduch stúpal popri stene útesu. Polly rozprestrela krídla a stúpajúci vietor ju nadľahčil celkom bez námahy.

The warm morning air rose up along the face of the cliff. Polly opened her wings, and the rising wind lifted her without any effort at all.

Objavil sa veľký orol a vznášal sa vedľa nej. Mal biele brucho a ani raz nezamával krídlami. Len sa niesol na vetre pozdĺž skalnej steny, pokojne a isto.

A great eagle appeared and floated beside her. It had a white belly, and it did not flap its wings even once. It simply rode the wind along the wall of rock, calm and sure.

Zrazu okolo nej preletel sokol, rýchly ako padajúci kameň. Polly sa nahlas zasmiala a nechala sa teplým vetrom niesť ešte vyššie na oblohu.

Suddenly a falcon dived past her, as fast as a falling stone. Polly laughed out loud and let the warm wind carry her even higher into the sky.