Once upon a time, there was an old man and his wife. The old man was very kind, but his wife was not. She was always complaining and being mean.
One day, the old man found a little sparrow. The sparrow was hurt and couldn't fly. The old man decided to take care of it. He fed it, kept it warm, and soon the little sparrow got better. But, the old man's wife didn't like the sparrow. She thought it was just a nuisance.
One day, while the old man was out, his wife got very angry at the sparrow for eating some of her starch paste. In her anger, she cut the sparrow's tongue and let it fly away.
When the old man returned and found out what his wife had done, he was very sad. He decided to go and find the sparrow. He searched and searched, and finally he found the sparrow's home deep in the mountains.
The little sparrow and his friends welcomed the old man warmly. They sang and danced for him and treated him to a feast. Before the old man left, the sparrows brought out two baskets. They told the old man he could choose one to take home.
One basket was heavy and one was light. The old man didn't want to cause any trouble, so he chose the light one. When he arrived home, he opened the basket and found it was filled with precious treasures.
When his wife saw the treasures, she got very greedy. She decided to go to the sparrows' home and get the heavy basket. She was rude and demanding, but the sparrows gave her the heavy basket.
On her way home, she couldn't resist and opened the basket. Instead of treasure, it was full of scary snakes and monsters! She ran away, leaving the basket behind.
In the end, the kind old man lived a happy and peaceful life with his little sparrow friend, while his mean wife learned not to be so greedy and mean.
Once upon a time in a quirky little cottage lived an old man and his not-so-delightful wife. Imagine if Santa Claus and the Wicked Witch of the West decided to move in together. Yeah, that's what we're talking about. The old man was all sugar, spice, and everything nice. His wife? More like thunderstorms and expired milk.
So, one day the old man finds this tiny, sad-looking birdie who can't fly. "Oh, you look like you've had a day, huh?" says the old man. He takes the bird home, feeds it, keeps it warm—the whole nine yards. Or should I say nine feathers?
Now, his wife, she's not a fan. "Why’s this bird here? Is it a spy? Is it gonna steal my crackers?" But the bird's just chillin', maybe having a nibble or two.
One day, while the old man is out, the wife loses it. She says, "This bird's eaten my special paste!" She gets so mad, she snips the bird’s tongue and sets it free. "Off you go, you little troublemaker!"
The old man comes back, and oh boy, he's not happy. "My feathered friend, where art thou?" Yep, he talks like that. So, he sets off on a quest to find his buddy. It's like a movie, but with more feathers.
He finally finds the bird deep in the mountains, living in what's basically a birdie paradise. Think Club Med for birds. The sparrows are super excited to see him. "We missed you, buddy! Cheep-cheep!"
Before he leaves, they bring out two baskets. One's heavy like a sack of potatoes, and the other's light as a cloud. The old man, not wanting to make a fuss, picks the light one.
He gets home, opens it up, and kaboom! It's full of amazing treasures. We're talking pirate-level loot here.
Now, his wife sees this, and she's all, "I want some of that!" So, she goes to the birdie paradise, but let’s just say she’s not the most polite guest. "Give me the heavy basket, NOW!"
She gets it and on her way home, curiosity bites. She opens the basket, and whoa Nelly! Out come snakes, monsters, and things you'd find in your nightmares. She screams and leaves the scary basket right there in the woods.
After that, life was sweet for the old man and his chirpy friend. And the wife? Well, let's just say she learned it's better to be nice and not so grumpy.
In a village, not so far away,
Lived a man, so kind and gray.
With his wife, who often frowned,
Always upset, always downed.
He found a sparrow, weak and small,
With tiny wings, that couldn't sprawl.
He nursed it back, with love so pure,
His intentions, truly sure.
But his wife, with eyes so narrow,
Had no love for the little sparrow.
One day, in a fit quite base,
She blamed the bird for missing paste.
With anger, sharp as any knife,
She took away the sparrow’s life,
Cut its tongue, set it free,
While it fluttered, by the tree.
The man returned, his heart so sore,
His little friend, was no more.
He ventured out, through woods and stones,
To find the bird, and its tones.
Deep in the mountains, the sparrow's nest,
With friends and songs, and joyful zest.
They danced and sang, a joyous tune,
Underneath the bright lit moon.
Two baskets then, before him lay,
"Pick one," they chirped, "before the day."
One light, one heavy, side by side,
The light one he chose, with humble pride.
Inside he found, to his delight,
Treasures shining, oh so bright!
But his wife, with eyes so wide,
Wanted more, with greedy pride.
To the mountains, she went with glee,
For the heavy basket, she wanted to see.
But when opened, to her dismay,
Monsters and snakes began to sway!
Away she ran, with screams so loud,
Leaving behind, the scary crowd.
The old man, with sparrow so dear,
Lived on with love, year after year.
While his wife, with a heart once mean,
Learned life's lessons, and was rarely seen.
For in the end, the tale does say,
Kindness wins, come what may.
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