By Laura Cade
A small chinchilla was walking through a forest of wood scraps when a little bird started singing nearby. He craned his little neck to see who was making this beautiful music, but the bird was nowhere to be seen. He ran up onto a boulder, his little heart pounding so hard that he almost couldn't hear the beautiful music anymore.
Where was that darn bird?! Just then he felt the delicate touch of a feather brush his cheek, so he whirled around in that direction only to find... nothing. The music was getting louder now and the air was obviously being swished around by what must have been wings.
The aggravated chinchilla gave an emphatic sigh as he plopped down onto his rock. As he gave one last glance around, he sat up with a start as his eyes finally made contact with the bird! Ah ha! There she is! He moved slowly over to the bird so as not to scare her away, and peered into her beady little eyes.
"Why have you been hiding from me, Miss Canary?" His mouth opened in rage. "Hey, stop copying me! Would you please stop mimicking every word and move I make?!"
Now he was right up in her face; forget about being polite. "What's the big idea?!"
His nose was right up to hers. "I have half a mind to pluck every fea... TAP!!" went the mirror against his beak as he passed out in fright.
Reflection Questions
- In what ways are the chinchilla and the bird the same?
- If you could be anybody or anything else, who or what would you be? Why?
- Do you know anybody in your life who would choose to be you? Why?
-- With Regards and Prayers (D. Bhanudas) 89035 36440 Visit: www.vkendra.org See : http://dbhanudas.wordpress.com See :Not I, But Thou
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