The High-Flying Rooster

"I can fly higher than any other rooster in the whole world," said Cockadoo. All the chickens in the run looked at their lord and master with respect in their eyes and said, "Yes, we know, cluck cluck cluck!"
"Just watch," said Cockadoo the rooster, "I'll show you how amazingly high I can fly." He stood on the tips of his toes, crowed very loudly and then flew ten or twelve feet in the air, landing on top of the chicken coop. "Did you see that?" he cried. "Did you all see it?"
"We did," said the chickens with awe in their voices. "That was very very high."
Cockadoo the rooster puffed up his chest to crow again in triumph, but his cock-a-doodle-doo stuck in his throat. Because standing there on top of the chicken coop like that, with his head held high, he'd noticed something. In the distance he could see a rooster, he was sure it was a rooster, but it had flown much higher than he had, and now it was sitting on the church steeple, right at the very top.