Zhuangzi was wandering in Diaoling fields when he glimpsed a   weird magpie-like-thing flying in from the south. It had a wingspan of   over seven-feet and passed so close his forehead, he could feel   it. Then it gathered its wings and settled in a chestnut   grove. Zhuangzi thought “what bird is that?  Massive   wings of such power and eyes so large it couldn’t see   me.” He hiked up his robe and hurriedly tiptoed closer holding his   cross-bow at the ready. Then he spotted a cicada settling in the   shaded shelter without a worry for itself, but a preying mantis   opened its pincers about to grab it, also focused on its gain and   ignoring its own bodily danger. The strange magpie burst out and   harvested them both—similarly unaware of the natural dangers he   faced.