There was once a bird called the roc, whose back was as big as Mount Tai and whose wings were like clouds that overspread the heaven.
When it wheeled up into the air a whirlwind arose, and in each flight it covered ninety thousand li, flying above the misty vapours under the sky, to the Southern Ocean.
Where can it be going? Wondered a bird with a laugh, “I once flew into the sky, then come down to enjoy myself among the bushes. That’s good enough for me. Where else does it want to go?”