Little Bird, Little Bird

   Once upon a time there was a little bird. She only had a daddy bird to raise her. He was a very old bird and couldn't fly. She never learned to fly on her own so she became very fat and bitter. The daddy bird was a cuckoo bird. The baby was a chickadee. One day the daddy had to leave her for a few days to make a trip to gather food and twigs for the nest. She was so frightened yet for no reason. She was not used to being alone. Perhaps she realized that one day it will be her alone in that nest one day. She would make fun of the ducks that past by. She would tease the squirrels and talk to the bees about the worms and the worms about the bees right before she would peck their heads off. What a tormented soul she must be? The little bird finally decided to fly. She was tired of waiting for life to come and go. All of her friends were all ready to leave the nest yet she could barely poke a wing out without having an egg about it. So she slowly approached the edge of the home she knew for so long. Her claws curled over the scraggly outside twigs. She leaned over and looked down before gaining the courage to jump. She hunched over holding her breath, spread her wings and her legs bent...then!