A long time ago, the Rooster and the Eagle were actually good friends. They were almost like family, helping and supporting each other.

One day, while the Rooster was happily foraging for food at the edge of the forest, a wildcat suddenly appeared, intending to pounce on him. The Rooster ran as fast as he could to save himself, but the hungry wildcat chased him relentlessly, unwilling to lose the prey right in front of its eyes. The Rooster tried to run faster, because back then, roosters couldn't fly at all; they could only walk and run on the ground.

The Rooster was cornered, as his running speed certainly couldn't match the wildcat's. Just as the situation grew dire, the Eagle suddenly arrived. He repeatedly dive-bombed the wildcat, pecking and scratching it with his sharp beak and talons. Finally, the wildcat ran back into the forest, covered in pain and injuries.

"Hah! Hah! Thank you, my friend the Eagle, it's lucky you came! Otherwise, I would have been eaten by that wildcat," said the Rooster, panting from exhaustion.

"You're welcome, friend. As friends, aren't we supposed to help each other?" the Eagle said with a kind smile.

"That's true. But you can't always be there to save me. Take today, for instance; I was fortunate you showed up. If you hadn't been here, I would surely be history..." said the Rooster, his face gloomy.

"Hey, calm down, friend. Don't be so glum. Maybe what you say is true. If I could do something to make you feel safe, I definitely would," the Eagle said, trying to cheer him up.

"Well, maybe it's just fate, friend. I'm just a rooster; my destiny is only to walk on the ground. If only I could fly like you, then nothing could bother me anymore," the Rooster half-complained.

"Hmm. If that is your wish, perhaps I can help," the Eagle replied.

"Really? How?" asked the Rooster, excited by the good news.

"The bird nation possesses an heirloom—a golden needle. We use this needle to stitch our wings so that we can fly. But this needle cannot be lent to everyone, as it is a sacred relic of our people," the Eagle explained.

"Wow, really? Can't you lend it to me? We're good friends, surely you trust me?" the Rooster asked, trying to persuade him.

The Eagle paused to think and weigh the decision, but after the Rooster kept whining and persuading him, the Eagle finally lent the golden needle to the Rooster.

"Now, use it wisely. Take good care of this golden needle. Don't lose it, because I borrowed it from the King of Birds. If anything happens to this needle, the Eagle nation will bear the shame and be blamed by all the bird nations. And my instruction is: after you finish using it, keep it safe until I come to retrieve it. Do not lend it to anyone without my permission," the Eagle advised in detail.

"I understand, friend. I promise to fulfill all your instructions, and I will guard this needle carefully," the Rooster replied.

"Very well then. I entrust the needle to you. I will return in three days to take it back," said the Eagle, then flew high into the sky.

After the Eagle left, the Rooster quickly began stitching his wings with the golden needle. He couldn't wait to be able to fly.

He had only stitched half a wing when he became impatient and wanted to try it out immediately. He placed the golden needle on a stone and then tried to fly up onto the fence.

"Yoohoo! Finally, I can fly!" the Rooster shouted proudly. Even though it was only as high as the fence, he felt incredibly proud.

Suddenly, the hen arrived. She was astonished and amazed to see the Rooster able to get up onto the fence.

"Hey, Rooster, how did you get up that high?" the Hen asked curiously.

"I flew to get up here," the Rooster boasted to the Hen.

"Wow... flew? How is that possible?" the Hen asked, even more curious.

"Of course, it's possible. I stitched my wings with a golden needle I borrowed from my friend the Eagle," the Rooster answered, continuing to flap his wings without paying attention to the Hen.

"Wow! That's amazing! Can I borrow it too, so I can fly and perch beside you?" the Hen coaxed.

"Oh, absolutely. Take the needle on the stone next to you. Then quickly fly up beside me," the Rooster said happily. He had completely forgotten his promise.

The Hen immediately started stitching her wings. Because she was impatient to fly like the Rooster, she kept trying to fly every few minutes. She did this repeatedly. And finally, the Hen was able to fly onto the fence, joining the Rooster. They were both extremely happy and delighted.

After they were satisfied with perching, they came back down to continue stitching so they could fly completely. But the golden needle they were using had vanished into thin air. Perhaps it had been flicked away by the Hen's flapping wings.

"Oh no! This is serious! Where did you put the golden needle?" the Rooster asked.

"I don't know, I forgot where I put it," the Hen replied.

"If the needle is lost, the Eagle will be furious with me! Come on, let's search for it together!" the Rooster panicked.

The two of them immediately started searching for the needle. They looked around the area. They also scraped at the ground, hoping to find the needle, thinking it might have slipped and been buried in the soil.

But the needle was not found until nightfall. And the next day, they continued their search. But even by the third day, the needle was still missing.

Finally, the Eagle arrived to retrieve the needle. But after hearing that the needle was lost, the Eagle was filled with rage. He was very angry because his friend the Rooster had broken his promise. The Rooster had lent the golden needle without the Eagle's permission, causing the needle to be lost.

"Hey, Rooster! Is this how you repay all my kindness to you? I trusted you, but you betrayed my trust! Don't you realize? Because of your carelessness, the Eagle nation will suffer the consequences! We will be ostracized and shunned by the bird nations! I don't care—you must take responsibility! Until you find that golden needle, your children and descendants will never be safe from my nation's threat!" the Eagle said, then flew away consumed by overflowing anger.

And it is because of this story that the Eagle always snatches at chicks, and Roosters always scratch at the ground when they search for food—hoping they might find the golden needle they once lost. And this habit continues to this day.