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The Boy (A true children’s story…geared at about third grade level) *

Posted on: October 27, 2009

There was a little bird…whose
wings no longer fly…it looks around on solid ground and can’t help
wonder …why ?  How did I ever get here…why would life pick on me ? 
And at that very moment…fruit fell from the tree.  It was a rotten
apple…or so it seemed to be…but none the less he ate it up…both
fast and heartily.  Winter turned to spring…and among the many
things…flowers sprang up everywhere…and birds began to sing.  Alas
one day he heard…a most peculiar sound…another bird it seemed…had
fallen to the ground.  I will help to mend its broken
wing…encourage it to fly…and so he did unselfishly…in the blink
of an eye.  Without a word…it somehow…knew just what to do…it
closed its eyes…to his surprise…and off it quickly flew.  From high above
the lawn now…sitting on the line…the bird would talk for hours…as
if everything was fine.  No longer cheep cheep cheep…for talk is
cheap and so…only heartfelt thoughts and feelings shared with the friend
he had come to know.  One day the sun was beaming…as if it somehow
knew…the little bird would talk its friend into finally flying too. 
He took a running start…flapped hard when the soft breeze
blew …suddenly across the sky…far away he flew.  Everlasting friendship…they swore it would be…until the very end…they
would fly from tree to tree.  Chirping with excitement is all well and
good…but ambition sometimes comes along…as occasionally it should. 
One little bird looked left…just to watch in awe…the big birds flying high above…their loud voices saying caw caw caw.  The other little
bird…glanced to the right…in hopes of spotting… a tasty meal for two in
sight.  One day by chance the big bird…landed in the tree…offering
a free ride…if you would like to come with me.  He said…I am a
big bird…and you can be one too…but the sad part is…I cannot
carry two.  So the little bird and his new friend…took off for the sky…higher and higher they did fly…without even saying…a simple goodbye.  The little bird left behind…was really feeling down…so he hopped off the branch…and back on to the ground.  How very sad it seemed…that just yesterday…he thought his friend…was really here to stay.  He watched the days and weeks go by…forever gazing at the sky.  One day a young girl found the nest…where the two feathered friends used to rest.  The little bird made a pitiful sound…so she picked him up…and off the ground.  He sat perched upon her finger…for hours and hours he did linger.  Don’t worry the young girl said…I will give you food and a comfy bed.  At last he had a happy home…and a little cage of his very own.  She fed and cared for him each day…in time his sadness went away.
 

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