“Well, I’m sure we’ll have time to see plenty. Little bird stretched his head as much as he could with his eyes focused on the infinite blue with patches of grey mobile clouds. We could encounter danger, don’t you think?” “Little bird, if we fly away from home, we won’t know what's ahead of us. “But I don’t understand, if year after year all is the same, surely we could venture off since upon our return home everything will be the same.” The world is more than our surroundings,” said Little bird. “Haven’t you noticed, our days are counted and before long we will not have time to see other places. So tell me why shall I flee from this comfort?” said Big bird. When winter sets in I hide in the hollow part of its trunk. Close to the top branches hidden in the leaves, there’s always a light breeze. It gives me shade and protects me from the heat.
When the sun is high, I fly back to my tree. Before sunrise, I fly in zig-zag across the golden fields and eat fresh insects. Here in this tree, I’ve been living most of my life. I thought it was obvious, to see the world, of course,” said Little bird. “But why shall we go global,” he said to Little bird who jumped in the air flapping both wings vigorously. Speechless, Big bird extended high in the air his left wing to scratch its tilted head. “Let’s go global,” said Little bird to Big bird. It was an unusual spring day, the weather was hot and sticky since sunrise and Little bird was especially chatty while he sat on a branch of his and Big bird’s hollow tree.
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