Once upon a time, there was a
bird made of stone. She was a beautiful creature, and she was also magic. She
lived near the entrance to a picturesque forest between two mountains. The bird
was so heavy that she had to walk along the ground.
Despite this, though, she enjoyed
looking up at the trees every day, dreaming of one day being able to fly and
enjoy viewing the beautiful countryside from up high.
But that dream disappeared after
the great fire.
All that was left of the trees
were charred stumps, and any plants and animals that lived there had gone. The
stone bird was the only form of life able to survive the fire, but when she saw
what had become of the forest, she was overcome with sadness, and couldn't stop
crying. She cried and cried for hours, then days. She cried with such feeling
that her tears were wearing away her stone body. Finally the body was
completely worn away and the bird had turned into a puddle of water.
But when the sun came out, that
puddle of tears evaporated into the sky and became a happy little cloud which
could fly over the trees and see everything below.
Since then, the little cloud has
travelled all over the world, enjoying the views of all the forests and
beautiful countryside. And remembering what destruction fire brought to its own
forest, the cloud is now very careful to pour its rain down on any tree it sees
burning.
A story to develop sensitivity
and love of nature
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