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A collection of fairy tales — Sparrow Willie 2 parts

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One day in a big city, in a tall building, in a nest that had been built on the roof, a little sparrow named Willie was born. The chick was so small that when he slept in his nest curled up, he looked like a little black pebble, and why black, you ask! Because he had black feathers, although not yet feathers, but soft fluff, because he was just born.

Sparrow Willie, was always sitting in the nest, and his mother and father sparrows carried him food, worms and various insects. Soon the little sparrow grew up a little and tried to learn to fly, Willie made his first attempts to fly in the same attic where his nest was.

At first the sparrow failed to fly, he tried and fell, his parents always supported and believed in him, and one day the once very tiny sparrow was able to fly. Now he had real black feathers instead of a cannon and, in addition, Willie learned to fly. He could already fly outside the attic and soar over the city with his sparrow friends from other nests. They snooped and hopped around the trees, hunting for mosquitoes and worms, Willie’s sparrow was so assertive that he was able to pull tree grubs out of dry tree trunks, they were just huge enough to eat with just one grub.

Over the summer Willie had grown quite a bit; he was already helping his sparrow parents furnish their nest in a tall building, and stocking up on food for the winter. Sparrow

Willie would sit in the mornings and watch the migrating birds as they gathered to winter south, some birds already lined up in flocks

and flew away, shouting loudly, as if to say goodbye to everyone until the next summer.

Willie really wanted to fly south along with the migrating birds, he wanted to travel all over the world, quietly making it to the warmer lands.

— Mom, why aren’t we flying off to warmer climes for the winter? — «Willie asked his mother.»

— «We don’t have to go anywhere, my silly little bird, we’re wintering at home! — «Mama explained to Willy the sparrow.»

— I’d really like to travel just once.

Willie looked dreamily at the sky and at the autumn floating clouds, even clouds float somewhere and do not stay in one place, what is Willie’s sparrow worse.

Willie, excited by his dream, flew down from the attic and rushed to his favorite tree, which was not far from the big building where Willie lived. All of Willie’s friends and Willie himself always gathered in that tree. When he arrived at the tree he began to share his dream, how he wanted to fly around the world with the migrating birds, and that he would definitely do it next fall, just as Willie was growing up and getting even stronger.

All the sparrows started chirping, who were sitting in that tree and laughing at the dreamy sparrow.

— Where are you going Willie, sparrows are not migratory birds and we can’t fly that far! — «said sparrow Chuck, from the neighboring nest» -«Say what you want, I’ll fly anyway! — «Willie answered and flew out of the tree.»

Of course, Willie was hurt that the other sparrows didn’t support him, so he sat down in the corner of his attic and got sad.

Then a girl sparrow flew in and sat on a wooden beam, her name was Mary, she was not like Willie, her feathers were light gray with white stripes, and on her head she had a white chub. They were best friends with Willie, though she didn’t live in the building where Willie lived, but in the one next door, which was a little farther away.

— Don’t get upset Willie, they just don’t understand! You have a beautiful dream, frankly, I’d fly to a warm place myself! — «held Mary’s friend.»

— Thank you Mary, you are a true friend! — «Willie thanked his friend.»

It had been an unusually harsh winter, good thing Willie and his family had stocked up on more food and warm grass than usual, and all the sparrows in the attic had stocked up not a little either.

Willie wasted no time, while all the sparrows basked in their nests most of the time, Willie flew in blizzards and frosts, training his wings to fly south with the migrating birds in the fall.

Willie also visited Mary. In their attic, in another building nearby, it was quite warm. Much warmer than Willie’s. The attic where Mary lived was heated by people, it was enclosed on all sides, if there was a window it was glazed, and into their nests, Mary and her parents made their way through a small crack that people didn’t notice and didn’t close, and

In the summer one of the windows was always open to ventilate the attic.

At last spring came, the snow melted almost everywhere, the buds swelled on the trees, the sun shone more, all the young sparrows flew out to jump on the trees and tease the pigeons, and of course Willie was with them, too.

— Willie, Willie! Look! The migrating birds have come from the south! — «chirped Mary pointing her wing to the sky.»

Willie looked up and saw a flock of migrating birds flying and screaming, it seemed to him that just a short time ago these birds had flown south and now they were coming back.

— Hello Dear Migratory Birds!!! — «shouted Willie up to the birds.»