Fallen from the nest of twigs, the plump ball of down chittering, chirping. Those around scramble for their phones, cursing the lack of internet in the wild’s home. Breathtakingly long minutes, in which at any moment a monster may emerge from the earth and swallow the fledgeling whole. Meanwhile, the parents patiently watch on, more concerned about the mob of tall, tailless monkeys staring at their own feet. The fluffy ball hobbles a few steps, leaps and flaps, achieving man’s dream but for no more than seconds before crashing in a pile of orange leaves once again. From the motivational cheers of its parents, it regains its composure in moments— a world mankind could never understand.