Once upon a time, there was a large group of birds living near the Himalayas. The king of the birds told his flock, "Go and look for food, like seeds and grains. When you find food, come back and tell me, so we can all share it together."
All the birds flew off in different directions to search for food. One bird, who was not very honest, flew far away. This bird saw a cart carrying a lot of grain, and as the cart moved, some grains fell on the road. The bird, sitting on a tree branch, felt very happy to see all the grains.
The dishonest bird thought, “I don’t want to share this with the others. I’ll keep it all for myself!” So, he flew back to the flock and lied. He said, "I didn’t find any food. I saw a cart, but it was moving too fast, and it was too dangerous to get any grains."
The other birds believed him. They said, "Our safety is more important than food." So, they agreed to stay away from that road. The dishonest bird was pleased with himself. Every day, he went back to the road alone and ate all the grains that fell from the cart.
Because he ate so much, the dishonest bird became big and strong. The other birds, who were still hungry, began to wonder why he looked so healthy. One day, the bird king quietly followed him and saw the bird eating the grains all by himself.
While the dishonest bird was eating, he saw the cart coming closer. "I have more time to eat," he thought and kept eating. But he didn’t notice how close the cart had come. Before he could fly away, the cart hit him.
The bird king flew over to help, but it was too late. The dishonest bird, weak and hurt, said, "I’m sorry, my king," and then he died.
The bird king returned to the flock with a heavy heart and told them what had happened. He reminded them that being selfish can hurt others and ourselves.
Once upon a time, in a land not too far from the grand mountains of the Himalayas, there lived a flock of birds. This was not just any flock; they were the most feathered, fluffed, and occasionally dramatic birds you could ever meet. And ruling over this fine bunch was the Bird King, a wise old bird with the most magnificent, slightly ridiculous crown made out of twigs and berries. He stood before his flock one sunny morning and made an important announcement.
“Alright, listen up, everyone!” the Bird King said, flapping his wings for attention. “Today’s mission is simple: find food. Seeds, grains, breadcrumbs—anything snackable. But remember, share the news with everyone if you find something. No hogging all the good stuff, alright?”
The flock cheered. “Got it, boss!” they squawked, and off they went, flapping and flitting in all directions.
One bird, though, let’s call him Sneaky Bird, had a different plan. He didn’t really like the whole sharing thing. As he flew over the road, he spotted a cart loaded with grains, the kind that smelled delicious even from far above. Some of the grains spilled out as the cart rolled along the bumpy path.
Sneaky Bird perched on a nearby tree branch, his eyes sparkling with glee. “Oh, jackpot! Grain galore!” he muttered to himself. But then he thought of the other birds. “Nah, they don’t need to know. More for me!”
So, Sneaky Bird came back to the flock looking all sad and disappointed, clutching his stomach for extra effect.
“What did you find?” the other birds asked, chirping with excitement.
“Oh, nothing, nothing!” he sighed dramatically. “I saw a cart, but it was moving super fast. And there was this vicious wind, and—oh, I almost got hit! No grains for us today, my friends. Best to stay far away.”
The other birds, concerned for their safety, nodded and muttered among themselves, “Oh dear! Let’s not risk it!”
Sneaky Bird, now feeling pretty proud of himself, strutted away, chuckling. Every day, he’d sneak off to the road, snacking on the grains that tumbled from the cart. “Oh, this is the life,” he’d say to himself, stuffing his beak full of grain. And day by day, he grew plumper and shinier.
It didn’t take long for the other birds to notice. “Hey, have you noticed Sneaky Bird?” one bird whispered to another. “He’s looking… well… a bit rounder.”
The Bird King squinted his wise old eyes. “Hmm… something smells fishy. And we don’t even eat fish!”
So one day, the Bird King decided to follow Sneaky Bird, quietly flapping behind him. And what did he see? Sneaky Bird, sitting on the road, gobbling down grains as fast as his beak could manage!
The Bird King decided to observe for a moment, wondering just how many grains one bird could eat. Meanwhile, Sneaky Bird was happily munching away, completely unaware of the cart rumbling towards him.
“Mmm, grains… yum… just a few more,” he said, stuffing his face. “I’ve got plenty of time.”
But that cart kept rolling closer.
When Sneaky Bird finally noticed, he squawked, “Oh, yikes! Too close! Too close!” He tried to flutter up, but he was a bit too stuffed with all that grain, and—BAM! The cart brushed him aside, and Sneaky Bird tumbled, feathers flying everywhere.
The Bird King flew over to check on him. “Oh dear, Sneaky Bird,” he said, shaking his head. “What have you learned?”
Sneaky Bird looked up with a feeble squawk, “I… I think I might’ve overdone it.”
The Bird King sighed. “When you’re so busy hogging, you might just end up hog-tied.”
And with that, the Bird King flew back to his flock with a sigh and a small chuckle, ready to remind everyone that sometimes, sharing is the safer, smarter path after all.
High in the hills where the cold winds blow,
Lived a flock of birds with feathers that glow.
The Bird King ruled with a twiggy crown,
His decree one day brought attention around.
"Fly forth and search, both far and wide,
For seeds and grains, with no place to hide.
But should you find a bountiful spot,
Remember to share whatever you've got!"
Away they fluttered, swift and keen,
Except for one, whose heart was mean.
Dishonest Bird spied with a greedy eye,
A cart of grains, under the sky.
"Huzzah! A treasure just for me!"
He chirped alone, filled with glee.
"To share? Oh no, that won't do,
More grains for me, none for you."
He returned with tales, oh so grim,
Of dangerous roads and prospects slim.
The birds believed, stayed safe in trees,
While Dishonest Bird ate as much as he pleased.
Days went by, he grew quite round,
His sneaky ways soon to be found.
"Look at him," the birds would say,
"He’s much too plump, in every way."
The wise old king, suspicion in tow,
Decided one day to follow and go.
There sat Dishonest, munching with cheer,
Oblivious to the cart drawing near.
"Grains galore! I’m in delight!"
But the cart came fast, giving a fright.
Too stuffed to move, he squawked in dread,
As the cart brushed past, feathers spread.
"Oh Dishonest Bird, you've learned, I hope,"
Said the king, offering help to cope.
"Too much greed can slow your wing,
And sharing’s a wiser, safer thing."
From that day on, Dishonest Bird knew,
To join the flock and share his due.
And the birds all learned from what they saw:
Together is better, a natural law.
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