One chilly morning little bird hopped out of his nest and Mamma bird said “Good morning little bird…It’s time to fly today!”
Little bird looked up at the cold grey clouds in the sky and all the way down to the icy ground below and said to his mother,
“Oh Mamma I can’t possibly fly today it’s much to cold…brrrr…maybe tomorrow?”
“Ok little bird” said his mamma…tomorrow.
The next day as little bird finished his breakfast of squirmy worms Mamma bird said:
“Little bird….. remember it’s time to fly today”
Little bird looked through the swaying branches of his tree down to the billowing sheets on the clothes line below.
“I really can’t fly today it’s just much too windy!” I might blow away!
“Well little bird”, said his Mamma “you really must try tomorrow”.
When tomorrow became today little bird woke up to Mamma bird calling out to him…
“Now little bird today is the day you try to fly”.
Little bird reluctantly dragged himself out of his nest, he looked way up to the seemingly never ending blue sky all the way down to the ground far far below.
“Mamma I really CAN’T fly it’s just so high!
“Oh little bird…it might always seem to cold it might always seem to windy and it might always seem to high but you still must learn to fly”
Little bird tiptoed right to the edge of the longest branch on his tree and stopped, looking uncertainly at his mother.
“Don’t be frightened little bird we all have to fly for the first time…..just flap your wings really fast and jump..you can do it”
Little bird flapped his wings at first a little slowly…up…down …up…down…up…down, then much faster, updownupdownupdownupdown until he almost felt as if he were floating.
“Now little bird…now…jump!”
Little bird closed his eyes and with a little help from mamma….leaped into the air!
“Don’t look down little bird look up to the beautiful sky” shouted Mamma from behind him…but alas, little bird looked down.
“Woahh mamma I’m falling…I’m falling”
All little bird could see was the cold hard ground approaching him very fast.
“Keep flapping your wings little bird…look up to the sky…I’m coming” said mamma bird.
Little bird flapped his wings with all his might and felt an all mighty lift…he wasn’t falling to the ground anymore….he was flying…. really flying…… higher and higher!
“I’m flying Mamma.. look at me..I’m flying!!”
Mamma bird flew down beside him.
“Good job little bird…I’m so proud of you, she exclaimed, I knew you could do it”.