A Fable About Apathy

There once was an eagle that lived in a nest.
His mother fed him every day.
He never learned to fly.
He never learned to hunt.
His mother kept on feeding him even though she should have stopped.
He should have been pushed out of the nest long ago.
He squatted and preened and became fat.
He had no desire to leave, no curiosity about the world.
He was content.
His most basic needs were met.
He had food to eat.
He had a place to shit.
He had a place to sleep.
He was content.
One day his mother flew off to hunt.
And did not return.
The day past and he became hungry.
Another day past and he became hungry and impatient.
"Mother! Mother! I am hungry! Where is my food!" He shouted.
But there was no one there.
The sky was empty.
Days past and his hunger became to much for him.
He looked down from his nest at the ground far bellow.
He saw a number of mice scurrying by the base of a tree.
He waddled over to the side of the nest and spread his wings as he'd seen his mother do.
"I will swoop down and feast on mouse flesh." He said to himself.

And fell to the earth.