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The child screamed and her mother came over Then, the child interrupted her by saying,
quickly saying, "What happened to you, honey?" "The bird bit me in the hand with which I
The child fell into her mother's arms and said with was feeding it." Her tears flowed from her
tears flowing from her little eyes, "my bird flew eyes and the sound of her crying rose. Then
away, Mum." The mother calmed her down, the mother said, carrying her daughter in her

saying, "Do not cry, darling, this is the nature of arms, "Come, we will clean the wound and
birds, they want to be free, picking up grains from then we will put an ointment to remove its
the ground and flying in the sky, moving between trace." Here the child stopped crying,
trees and crossing rivers, building their nests on
tree branches or in the caves of mountains. It was saying, "It is good to clean the wound, but I
then that the girl cried, "But I gave it food, and want the trace to remain." The mother

water; I took care of it, and I brought it a big looked at her astonished, "Why?" The child
beautiful cage!" The mother replied, wiping away replied, looking at her hand, "So that I
the tears of her child, "Birds were not created to always remember this ungrateful bird; so
live in closed cages, nor to be fed easily; they were that I do not do any more favors to anyone."
created to wake up with the first light of day and to The mother turned to her after cleaning her
leave at nightfall, picking up love from here and wound, smiling, "No, you must always do
there." The child said with sorrow on her face, good and help others. Some may be grateful

"Yes, I realized it when I saw the birds singing to you, and some may not." The girl asked,
happily in the garden while my bird was "Why do they forget the favor? The mother
miserable," She added, "I knew, mum, that it was replied, "Some may set themselves a
supposed to fly someday. What bothers me is not specific goal, not caring for anything else; it
its escape from the cage, but the fact that it hadn't may be wealth, prestige, love or freedom ...
made a sound until today. I should have heard its And while they are trying to reach it, they

songs every morning like the rest of the birds, but I trample the flowers that bloom in their path.
only heard its sound when it flew away." Her So, don't let yourself be discouraged or let it
mother said, "Maybe this is the sound of the stop you from reaching out to those in need.
freedom it was looking for, darling, don't blame Keep spreading flowers everywhere; people
it." will surely smell their scent, but be careful
Here the mother noticed her child's bloody hand,
so she grabbed her small palm asking, "What is while spreading them, so that no one hurts

this injury? What has happened to you? Does it you with a pain that is difficult to heal."
hurt? Did ..."

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