In a small village, a dove lived inside a cage. The dove was very proud of the many chicks she had. She was always talking about them, happy to have a big family.
One day, a crow was flying by. He heard the dove talking about her many chicks. He landed on the cage and listened to the dove. The dove was boasting about her chicks, her voice full of pride.
The crow looked at the dove and her chicks in the cage. Then he looked at the wide open sky. He said to the dove, "Yes, you have many chicks. But they are all in this cage. It's nice to have a big family. But isn't it better for them to be free and fly in the sky?"
The dove looked at the crow, then at her chicks, then at the sky. She fell silent, thinking about what the crow had said.
In a small village, there was a dove living in a cage. She had many chicks and felt very proud of them. She often talked about her chicks with great joy.
One day, a crow flying nearby heard the dove talking about her chicks. Curious, he landed on the cage to listen more closely. The dove was happily chatting, boasting about how many chicks she had.
The crow looked at the chicks in the cage and then at the open sky. He said to the dove, "It’s wonderful that you have many chicks, but they are all inside this cage. Having a big family is great, but wouldn’t it be better if they could fly free in the sky?"
The dove looked at the crow, then at her chicks, and finally at the sky. She stopped talking and thought deeply about the crow’s words.
There is a dove. The dove lives in a cage. She has many chicks. She is very happy with her chicks. She talks about her chicks every day.
One day, a crow flies by. The crow hears the dove. He lands on the cage. He listens to the dove. The dove keeps talking about her chicks.
The crow looks at the chicks. He looks at the sky. He says, "You have many chicks. But they are in the cage. It is good to have chicks, but they should fly in the sky."
The dove looks at the crow. She looks at her chicks. She looks at the sky. She stops talking and thinks about what the crow said.
In a small village, there was a dove living in a cage. She had many chicks and felt very proud of them. She often talked about her chicks with great joy.
One day, a crow flying nearby heard the dove talking about her chicks. Curious, he landed on the cage to listen more closely. The dove was happily chatting, boasting about how many chicks she had.
The crow looked at the chicks in the cage and then at the open sky. He said to the dove, "It’s wonderful that you have many chicks, but they are all inside this cage. Having a big family is great, but wouldn’t it be better if they could fly free in the sky?"
The dove looked at the crow, then at her chicks, and finally at the sky. She stopped talking and thought deeply about the crow’s words.
In a quirky little village, tucked away behind seven mountains and a rainbow, a dove lived inside a cage. Oh, not just any cage – a cage fit for the queen of bird-dom! You see, this dove was particularly proud of her many chicks.
She'd boast to anyone who'd listen, "Look at my chicks! Aren't they the fluffiest, cutest little things you've ever seen? I could start a feathered marching band, I could!" And she'd laugh at her own jokes, because, you know, someone had to.
One day, a crow was flying by, feeling a bit peckish and maybe just a tad bit curious. He overheard the dove talking about her many chicks. Intrigued, he landed on the cage, giving the bird equivalent of a raised eyebrow.
The dove was going on and on, her voice practically dripping with pride. "They've got the softest feathers in the whole village! A big family is a blessing, a treasure! It's like having a soccer team without the grass stains!"
The crow looked at the dove, then at her chicks, then back at the wide open sky. Finally, he said, "Yes, you've got many chicks. Enough for a football team and a backup band! But they're all in this cage. It's nice to have a big family, and hey, they're all great at staying in one place! But isn't it better for them to be free and fly in the sky? I mean, wings, open air, the wind in your feathers - you know, all that good birdy stuff?"
The dove looked at the crow, then at her chicks, then at the sky, a bit stumped. She finally said, "Well, you've got a point there. I suppose they could join the Bird Olympics or something. But just between you and me, Mr. Crow, how will they ever learn to do the Chicken Dance? It's a tradition in our family, you know!"
The crow just shook his head, laughing at the dove's whimsy. "Chicken Dance or not, let them taste the freedom of the sky. They can dance all they want up there!"
With that, the dove's heart swelled with understanding, and she realized that sometimes, the best way to love her family was to let them be free.
The crow flew off, leaving behind a thoughtful dove and a cage that felt just a little bit bigger. But the dove's spirit felt brighter, and she knew that her chicks would soon be ready to spread their wings and fly.
Amidst a village, quiet and sage,
Lived a dove with her chicks in a small cage.
With flaps and chirps, loud and clear,
She sang of her love for those she held dear.
"My lovely babies, my chicks so bright!"
She'd sing every day, and even at night.
Her heart full of joy, her voice full of glee,
Singing to all, "These chicks belong to me!"
A crow flew over, hearing her song,
Landed close by, not taking too long.
With a curious look, he started to say,
"Why sing of a cage, when there's a whole sky to play?"
The crow spoke gently, without any tease,
"Isn't flying free, a wonderful breeze?
You love your chicks, that everyone can see,
But maybe it's nice, to let them fly free?"
The dove looked up, thinking so deep,
At her chicks, then the sky, and took a big leap.
She thought of the crow's wise and kind way,
Hoping someday, her chicks too would play.
A small group of houses in the countryside.
A type of bird, similar to a pigeon.
A structure of bars to keep animals inside.
Baby birds that have just hatched.
Feeling happy and satisfied with something.
Talking with too much pride about something.
Wanting to know or learn more about something.
Came down to the ground from the air.
Extremely good; making you feel happy.
In a serious or thorough manner.
A type of bird, often white and small.
A box made of wire or bars for animals.
Baby birds that have just hatched.
Feeling good and pleased about something.
A black bird known for its loud cawing.
Comes down to the ground from the air.
Using words to say things to others.
The space above us where birds and clouds are.
To move through the air using wings.
Uses the mind to consider or decide something.
A small group of houses in the countryside.
A type of bird, similar to a pigeon.
A structure of bars to keep animals inside.
Baby birds that have just hatched.
Feeling happy and satisfied with something.
Talking with too much pride about something.
Wanting to know or learn more about something.
Came down to the ground from the air.
Extremely good; making you feel happy.
In a serious or thorough manner.
Where does the dove live?
How does the dove feel about her chicks?
Who hears the dove talking about her chicks?
What does the crow say about the chicks?
What does the dove do after the crow speaks?
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