Sparrow's Story

Tiny Sparrow sat huddled on the ground, surrounded by suet sprinkles.
   "Where's Poppa?" he wondered. "I can smell food, but don't know how to get it."
   "Ah, here he is!" he said, flapping his feathery wings furiously to attract his poppa's attention.
Nearby, a young robin sighed.
   "I still remember those happy days when all I had to do was flap my wings and open my beak."
   "Works every time," admitted Tiny, talking with his beak full.