There was once an eagle's nest on top of a mountain. A strong wind dislodged an egg in that nest, and it fell all the way down the mountain into the midst of a busy chicken farm.

     A hen saw the eagle egg, and although she thought it was kind of funny looking for a chicken egg, she also thought that it was her duty to do all that she could to see that it would hatch.

     She sat on this egg just as faithfully as she did her own eggs, and in the course of time, it hatched.      Out came a bird, with a big beak, huge wings and very big feet.

     The hen was a little taken aback, but again she decided it was her responsibility to raise this strange- looking chicken just as if it were one of her own.

     So, she did.

     And although this little eagle had all of the genes and the chromosomes of an eagle, it grew up in a chicken yard, thinking it was a chicken and consequently acting like one.

     It walked like a chicken, thought like a chicken and had chicken dreams.

     Its biggest goal in life was to be able to get to the top of the fence post so that it could crow like a rooster.

     But in the back of that little eagle's mind, he kept hearing all those things he had been taught. Things like, "You know you can never get to the top of that fence post. You know that chickens can't fly."

     And because he believed what he had been told, he never even tried.

     Oh, he'd look at the fence post. He'd look longingly at it, and dream about how wonderful it would be if he could get up there and crow like a rooster and show all those other chickens who constantly made fun of his looks, but he never made the attempt because he didn't think it possible.

     One day, a huge shadow floated over the chicken yard. The little bird looked up and saw a huge eagle soaring through the sky.

     "What are you?" he yelled up at the bird.

     "What am I?" came the reply. "What are you?"

     "I'm a chicken," the bird modestly answered.

     "A chicken?" scoffed the eagle. "Look at me. You see my beak. You look just like me. You see my wings. You look just like me. In every way, you look just like me, and I'm no chicken. I'm an eagle, and so are you. Flap your wings."

     The little bird looked up in shock, but gamely he flapped his wings. And something marvelous happened.

     Without really trying, he felt himself lifting off the ground. Before long, he was soaring above the chicken yard to the astonishment of all the chickens below.

Maybe the place to start is changing the chicken dreams?