From the Chuang-tzu

The little quail laughs at him [the Roc], 'Where does he think he's going? I give a great leap and fly up, but I never get more than ten or twelve yards before I come down fluttering among the weeds and brambles. And that's the best kind of flying anyway! Where does he think he's going?' Such is the difference between big and little.

--Chuang-tzu, Chap. 1, trans. B. Watson