The ground was cold and dark to young Kaysay, the once-beautiful, golden Binzu bird. Had he but paid heed to old Poolee's advice...
Now, he was stuck on the floor of the forest with no friends and no safety. His troubles hung heavy on him. He knew he could blame no one but himself, and he felt very sorry for his actions.
He shivered in the darkness around him. What would become of him? Why had he not been careful with his indulgences of the Hollyberry tree?
He missed flying, but he knew he was too heavy for his wings. He missed sitting in the sunshine and drinking the sweet dew, but mostly he missed singing with his friends high in the treetops.
Hanging his head sadly, Kaysay waddled along, all alone, mindful of the fact that food was scarce and his friends no longer could be near him due to his over-indulgence when he lived high in the Hollyberry trees.
Then he heard a sound above him. It was faint and high, high above him.
What was it? Kaysay wondered, tilting his head to one side and straining to hear it.
Was it really...could it be?
It was.
The singing of thousands of birds sounded above him.
Kaysay looked up but saw nothing except darkness and a tangle of leaves and branches above him.
Still, the sweet sound of their singing met his ears, and he knew that his friends were singing for him. His friends -- the ones he thought he had disappointed -- were cheering him on to bring him home.
He really wasn't alone.
Moral: Never doubt true friendships. Birds of a feather stick together.
Copyright 2007
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