Once, there was a little bird who did not want to fly.
“Why don’t you want to fly little bird?” I asked, crouching down with my hands on my knees. I had to do that because he would not hover in the air before me.
He chirped, “I have two good strong long legs and what else are they for but to run with? Everyone I know sticks to the status quo, but not I!
“All the other birds can soar like an eagle, zoom like a plane, or hover like a helicopter, but I choose a different destiny!
“I will run like a leopard, walk like a tractor, glide like a Mercedes! That is my dream!”
I smiled at him. He was so full of the fighting spirit. But then I thought of something. “What will you do if a cat tries to eat you?”
“Oh, my. Oh goodness…
View original post 266 more words