CHRISTIANITY OASIS ON LINE
  Where Christianity is ...
C-O-O-L
TYPE IN WHAT YOU SEEK WITHIN OUR CHRISTIAN COMMUNITY

LITTLE BIRD STORY
 Christianity Oasis Ministry has provided you with this Little Bird Story book on Little Bird Story. This Little Bird Story book on Little Bird Story looks into this Little Bird Story message as shared by R. E. Walker. This Little Bird Story book with Little Bird Story can enhance your Christian walk. This Little Bird Story is a wonderful story for children as they learn about good morals thru Little Bird Story. This Little Bird Story is a wholesome and good story. Let us delve into this Little Bird Story book with Little Bird Story message and find what this author has to share on Little Bird Story in this Little Bird Story book, shall we?


 

CLICK ON LINK BELOW FOR ANIMALS IN HEAVEN STUDY

ANIMALS IN HEAVEN

 

CHRISTIANITY OASIS

PRESENTS

PURITY PUBLICATIONS
 


Little Bird

By R. E. Walker
 


 

          “Why have I lost my voice?” The little bird wondered? “Just moments ago I sat high above the yard singing. Breath is still with me and there is so much left to say.” Little bird thought with her little brain, then thought some more but to no avail. There was not a song to be heard, just the noise of things moving about the day. So she asked the yard cat down below, who sunned himself on the fresh cut lawn, for an opinion. “Why did I loose my song? Do you know at all?” The old cat turned himself over onto his great fat belly. He opened one lazy eye, then another, and answered softly after a long sigh..

          “Come closer yet closer still little bird. I will tell you everything you want to hear.” 

          So it was that little bird flew very close to the old cat. The orange fur coat the cat wore was full of white hairs and his teeth seemed to be gone. Perhaps since he no longer used them, he put them away in a nice memory box, thought little bird. Anyway little bird could see that the cats’ years were very far behind him, and that he could only be very slow. “Perhaps I will be safe enough.” She thought. So little bird took courage and asked “Well, do you have an opinion on why I lost my song or not?” This was the second time little bird asked, but the cat said only.

          “Closer still so I can tell you.” Then he yawned and at that moment little bird could see some of the old cat’s teeth. She then hopped upon its large head and as she looked down he called to her.

          “Closer” The old cat smiled a wicked smile.

          “I am right here on your head how much more can I be?” Little bird huffed. The old cat then said.

          “Here upon my tongue.”

          “You are much too old to play this game.” Little bird scolded the cat as she jumped up and down on his head. But the cat made no apologies. In fact there was no answer at all, just the sound of snoring. The old yard cat had gone back to sleep. There seemed to be no point in jumping or complaining now. Little bird then flew to a pond near by. The pond was surrounded by tuffs of tall grass and an ancient tree with roots that ran all along the waters edge. She looked to the middle of the pond to a small island. It was simply a pile of rocks with some mud on top and long grasses that grew there poorly. In the middle of everything, and it wasn’t much, was a turtle who was just big enough to cover nearly the whole island. “Hello!” little bird shouted across the water.

          “Hello” the turtle answered, “No need to shout, there is not that much water between us.” Then the turtle unexpectedly pulled herself back into her shell. Little bird was startled by this and thought somehow she had made the turtle angry. So she flew to the small island and rested atop the turtles shell.

          “What are you doing?” Snorted the turtle. “Are you here to rescue me?”

          “It looks like your safe from the cat out on this island. Little bird told her. But the turtle laughed at what the little bird said. It surprised her that she did. It had been such a long time and it felt good to laugh again. Perhaps I will visit with this little bird for awhile she thought. The turtle stuck her head out then spoke.

          “That silly old cat is so lazy he never was a much of a problem.”

          “What do you need rescuing from?” Ask little bird. “Can’t you see? Don’t you know anything at all? Look at all this terrible water surrounding me.”

          “I don’t understand” Replied little bird. “Don’t you like water?”

          “No!.. well not in this excessive amount. “Dear me…dear dear me.” Little bird understood very little of what the turtle said then except that there was a little girl who put her “Here in the middle of all this water, this terrible, terrible water.” And because of that the turtle complained bitterly with whispers and shoutings and great salty tears.

          “So you don’t like the water? I thought turtles liked water.” She bent her head to look into the turtles eyes.

          “I would if God had made me a water turtle. But I am not a water turtle. I am a box turtle. I live in the dry earth…you know sand, dry sand. Give me land…I don’t even know if I can swim and…”

          “But you’ll have to try.” Little bird interrupted the turtle. This startled her and she pulled her head further back into her dark shell. She then hissed

          “No.” “It is not safe and I am not certain.” Seems to me those are good reason to just stay put.”

          “Well if you think so” little bird told the turtle, then ask if the turtle wasn’t to busy, perhaps she would give some helpful advise. But the turtle simply said “No…”

          “Why?” Ask little bird.

          “Because I am in a hurry, things to do…busy, busy, busy.”

          “No you’re not! You are here on top of a rock with a little dirt and some really ugly grass.”

          “They’re not ugly, their just different.” The turtle reached over and cuddled the few blades of grass whispering to them. “It’s alright my babies. She doesn’t know anything at all.” Little bird looked at the grass and then back at the turtle and said

          “You’ve been here a long time haven’t you poor dear?” The turtle broke into tears as she cried

          “Three months.” That is an awful long time to just sit here. Yes it really is”….In a few moments the turtle was again herself. She then asked little bird “What advise would you like?”

          Little bird told her everything. “There I was,” she said, “high above on a wire singing about this and about that, just anything really that came to mind. It was then, or just about then, that I noticed a noise. It wasn’t a terrible noise really. It was just the …well noise of the day. You know the clicks and clanks, the beeps and bops and bangs…you know what I’m saying?” Little bird could tell by the confused look on turtle’s face that she needed to explain her problem a little better and perhaps a little slower. “What I am telling you is that when I listen to all the noise my song was not in it. My song went missing.” Then little bird asked.

          “Well, what do you think happened to my song?”

          “Oh I see” the turtle answered thoughtfully. She then pulled her head back far into her shell until the reflective glow of her yellow eyes was all little bird could see. Little bird thought it odd but waited without complaint for a moment, and then when the moment was over, waited a moment more. But the turtle said nothing, honestly not a thing, not a hiss, not a snort, and this became more than little bird could stand.

          “Well, do you have an opinion or not?” Little bird cried out. Frustrated by all the waiting she felt like she would burst. Finally from inside her shell the turtle answered plainly.

          “It is my own opinion and I need to consider all the possibilities and dangers involved in this grave matter.”

          “But something needs to be said.” Demanded little bird. To this turtle replied

          “Are you sure?” Little bird said

          “I think so.” Turtle stuck her head out and close to little bird who was now directly in front of her and asked…

          “Is it safe?” Little bird stepped back and as she did answered

          “I don’t know.” Turtle’s neck stretched out further, until her face pressed against the little bird’s body. Turtle ask again.

          “Are you certain?”

          “I am not certain of anything.” Little bird felt it was time to go. But she had hoped the turtle could have help her find her song.

          “Dear little bird, if you are not certain, and if it is not safe, then you should stay put. Don’t go anywhere, or do anything. You can hide from the noise of the day here with me on this charming and comfortable island.”

          “No! I have got to go now.” Little bird said it, and then she did it. She flew far from the yard and the turtle and cat to an unfamiliar place.

          Little bird watched as the night came along with its long shadows reaching out. Soon the little bird sat alone waiting in the darkness. But then came the moon that watched with her and the little stars gave there light. There were also many lights from within the houses of the townsfolk. But these lights that were many became few until the quiet came to visit, and little bird was alone in it. She could hear her breathing and the sound of her own heart beating. It was then she made a little peep, just to hear it, it felt good to do it, but it was not enough to bring back here song. Was she a part of the noise? Was that all she is? The worried little bird waited in the dark, and the silence sat waiting with her.

          As morning grew out of the grey sky she found herself perched on a pleasant tree, by a window where an old man sat looking out. He didn’t see her at first. He didn’t really see anything. His hands were folded and his eyes, although turned toward the light, were closed. This seemed odd to little bird but her brain could not gather together all the thoughts she held inside and this too. So she turned her mind again to her own problem. Who can help me find my song she wondered… Certainly not a man? What would he know of a little bird or even care about my song? Just then a voice came from within the room.

          “Mr. Moe are you alright?”

          “Yes I’m fine. I was just praying.”

          “I brought you your medicine” the voice spoke again. Little bird could not see the other person but she could see the old man take the little paper cup and he smiled and told the woman thank you. He then turned himself again toward the window and leaned out. He took a deep breath and looked up. Little bird was so close when he first saw her.

          “Hello little bird.” The man said then whispered “Did God send you here to bless me with a song?” It was just then, and in a hurry too, her heart understood. She was not of the noise but the song.

          “I was made to bless the earth.” She whispered. It was then little bird found her song. It had been hidden in her heart the whole time. As she sang her voice filled the room where the old man sat. It was a song of thanks to God for the voice she was given, and the song He gave her to sing.

          The man also joined the song by blessing God for the good gift little bird had brought to him that morning. She returned often to visit and to bless the old man until time took them both to other places.


End

 

RETURN TO THE CHRISTIANITY OASIS

PURITY PUBLICATIONS FREE CHRISTIAN EBOOK STORE



YOU CAN ALSO CHECK OUT SOME OF THE OTHER CHRISTIAN ENTERTAINMENT, GAMES, MUSIC, BOOKS, MALL, STUDIES AND PROGRAMS WITHIN OUR CHRISTIAN COMMUNITY BELOW ...

 

C-O-O-L
CLICKS

C-O-O-L CHRISTIAN COMMUNITY DIRECTORY

CHRISTIANITY OASIS PATH TO FAITH, FRIENDSHIP, FAMILY, FELLOWSHIP AND FUN


SEARCH BY AGE RANGE
 

12 AND UNDER 13-17 TEENAGER 18 AND ABOVE


SEARCH BY THAT WHICH YOU SEEK
 

COUNSELING
SUPPORT
ENTERTAINMENT
FUN STUFF
FRIENDSHIP
FELLOWSHIP
STUDIES
PROGRAMS

LOOK AT EVERYTHING THE C-O-O-L CHRISTIAN COMMUNITY HAS TO OFFER
 
 
 
 
 

WANT TO BECOME A MEMBER OF THE MOST AWESOME CHRISTIAN COMMUNITY ON THE INTERNET?


CHAT ROOMS

PARTNERS IN PRAYER

MY C-O-O-L SPACE

MESSAGE BOARDS
 

CLICK HERE TO JOIN

 


 
C-O-O-L SEARCH
TYPE IN WHAT YOU SEEK WITHIN OUR CHRISTIAN COMMUNITY

 


 
CHRISTIANITY OASIS ON LINE

WHERE CHRISTIANITY IS C-O-O-L

www.ChristianityOasis.com

This Little Bird Story study on Little Bird Story moral with Little Bird Story message and all of its Little Bird Story contents are copyright protected and should not be reproduced, copied or sold in whole or in part without express written permission from Christianity Oasis and/or the author.


Little Bird Story | Little Bird Story Study | Little Bird Story Book

WEB SITE CREATED BY CHRISTIANITY OASIS