The porter went to the other son and asked, "What are your circumstances?" He said, "My circumstances? I wander about in the forest and catch birds and sell them in the city; but I make hardly enough money to live." In those days there was a fashion among kings to keep a certain bird as a pet; that bird was called Shabaz, the king's bird. And the porter said, "You must not look for game birds, you must look only for this bird Shabaz." The boy said, "But if I cannot find it, then I shall starve and die!" The old man said, "Do you know what your father was, and what you are?" "Yes," he said, "I know, I have had bad luck." The man said, "You will have better luck if you will only listen to me. You need not change; your profession is still catching birds. But catch Shabaz. You can sell it for millions. That is the bird you ought to catch."