Sunny the sparrow lived in the tallest mango tree in the village. His nest was the coziest one around, lined with soft feathers, shiny buttons, and even a missing sock from Farmer Tilly’s laundry line.
“Best nest ever!” Sunny chirped proudly. He loved showing it off to his bird friends.
But one windy afternoon, WHOOSH! a giant gust of wind blew through the garden. Sunny’s precious nest shook, wobbled, and, oh no, tumbled down the tree. BOING! It bounced off a cow’s back and rolled into the distance.
“Oh crumbs!” Sunny squeaked. “My home is gone!”
The Silly Search Begins
Sunny flapped after his runaway nest. He found it stuck on top of Farmer Tilly’s straw hat.
“Excuse me, that’s my nest!” Sunny chirped.
But Farmer Tilly thought it was just a feather decoration. He tipped his hat proudly and walked into the village market, with Sunny chasing after him in circles.
The crowd laughed as Sunny pecked and tugged. “That sparrow must want to buy the hat!” someone joked.
Embarrassed, Sunny zipped away to find another solution.
Borrowed Homes and Funny Fails
Sunny tried borrowing homes. He squeezed into a rabbit’s burrow—splat! straight into a muddy puddle.
He perched inside a pumpkin, BOING! the pumpkin rolled down the hill.
He even tried sleeping on a cow’s horn, SWISH! the cow sneezed, and Sunny flew off like a feather dart.
“Nothing works!” Sunny sighed. His feathers were messy, his tummy growled, and his little heart felt heavy.
Friends Who Make a Home
Just as Sunny gave up, his bird friends arrived carrying twigs, grass, and tiny treasures.
“We’ll help you build again!” chirped Lily the lark.
“We’ve got extra fluff!” squeaked Pip the finch.
Even the mice scurried over with string, and the rabbits brought soft leaves.
Together, they built a nest in the mango tree, stronger and comfier than the old one. It was warm, roomy, and even had a little door made from Farmer Tilly’s lost sock.
Sunny’s heart swelled. “I thought I lost my home… but really, I just found out how lucky I am to have friends.”
And from then on, whenever the wind blew, Sunny didn’t worry. He knew home wasn’t just twigs and feathers; it was laughter, kindness, and the friends who helped him rebuild.
The End !
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