Once upon a time, there was a special bird named Sindhuka. Sindhuka lived in a tall tree in the forest. What made Sindhuka unique was that its droppings turned into gold when they touched the ground.
One day, a bird hunter rested under Sindhuka's tree. Sindhuka's droppings fell on the hunter and became gold. The hunter was amazed!
The hunter thought, "This bird is a goldmine! If I catch it, I'll be incredibly rich." So, he set a trap in the tree to catch Sindhuka.
Before long, Sindhuka got caught in the trap. It realized its mistake too late. Sindhuka wished it had been more careful. The hunter was overjoyed and put Sindhuka in a cage. He planned to take Sindhuka to the city and enjoy the wealth from its golden droppings.
But then the hunter had a worry. "What if others find out about Sindhuka's golden droppings? They might try to steal it." So, he decided to give Sindhuka as a gift to the king, hoping for a great reward.
He went to the palace and presented Sindhuka to the king. The king was thrilled and put Sindhuka in a golden cage. The king's advisors, however, had doubts.
"He's tricking you," they said to the king. "Why would he give away a bird that makes gold?" They advised the king to release Sindhuka and punish the hunter. Trusting his advisors, the king set Sindhuka free and dealt with the hunter.
As soon as Sindhuka was free, it perched on a tall wall and dropped its droppings, which turned into gold. The king and his advisors were amazed. Realizing their mistake, the king tried to capture Sindhuka again. But it was too late. Sindhuka flew away into the distance, vowing to never let its guard down again.
Once upon a twisty-turny time, in a jumbled jungle full of towering trees, lived a quirky bird named Sindhuka. Now, Sindhuka wasn't your everyday chirper; this bird had the golden touch! Literally! Its droppings turned into gold.
"Gold, you say? From my behind? Now, that's worth tweeting about!" Sindhuka would often giggle.
One zany afternoon, a bumbling bird hunter decided to take a nap under Sindhuka's tree. What happened next was nothing short of a golden surprise!
"Splat!" went Sindhuka's droppings, right on the hunter's noggin. Pure gold!
The hunter's eyes bulged like a frog's. "Crikey, this bird is a walking treasure chest! If I nab it, I'll be richer than a king!"
So, with dreams of riches dancing in his head, he set a sneaky trap.
Sindhuka, too busy admiring its golden talent, was caught unawares. "Oh, feathers and fluff! A trap?" It was snared!
The hunter jigged a joyful jig. "Gold coins, here I come!" he sang, already counting his imaginary loot.
He planned to strut Sindhuka around town, but then worry wiggled into his mind. "What if others want to snatch my golden birdie? Better give it to the king and ask for a royal treat!"
The king, a fellow with a love for shiny trinkets, was thrilled. "A bird that poops gold? How grand!" he exclaimed, twirling his mustache.
His advisors, though, were as suspicious as a cat at bath time. "It's a trick, Your Majesty," they whispered. "Why would he hand over a gold-making bird?"
The king heeded his wise and ever-so-slightly grumbly advisors and set Sindhuka free, sending the hunter off to the royal dungeon for a timeout.
Sindhuka, free as a butterfly on a breeze, perched on a tall wall and did what it did best. Golden droppings galore! The king and his advisors were amazed, their mouths gaping like fish out of water.
"Drat! Seize that bird!" the king hollered, but it was too late.
Sindhuka flew away, shouting, "Nice try, but you can't cage this golden wonder! Keep your eyes peeled; you never know where treasure might be hiding! Ta-ta!"
Off Sindhuka soared into the wild blue yonder, leaving a sparkle of golden laughter in its wake. The king was left scratching his head, a lesson learned and a story to tell.
Deep within the forest's vast expanse,
Lived Sindhuka, a bird of chance.
Gold from its droppings would appear,
A wonder that all creatures hold dear.
A hunter, resting one bright day,
Saw gold appear in such a way.
From droppings that on him did fall,
He thought, "This bird could change it all."
With dreams of wealth and golden spree,
He set a trap upon the tree.
Soon enough, our bird was caught,
Its freedom lost, a lesson taught.
To the city, the hunter thought to go,
But a fear inside began to grow.
"If all learn of this golden tale,
They'll steal the bird, my plan will fail."
To the king, a gift he'd bring,
Hoping for rewards that'd make him sing.
But the king’s wise advisors had a doubt,
"Why gift a bird that's wealth, no doubt?"
They urged the king, "Let it be free,
This hunter’s game is plain to see."
So, the bird was released, to everyone's surprise,
And gold did rain from the skies.
Sindhuka, on a wall, did perch high,
Dropping gold, making all sigh.
The king lamented, regret in his heart,
For Sindhuka and the forest did part.
With wings spread wide, to the skies it soared,
Leaving behind treasures, once adored.
Sindhuka, with a heart so grand,
Promised to be wary of every hand.
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