I was a little bird. I was in my nest. I got up. I flew out. The sky was blue, the clouds were flouting in the sky. I flew to a beautiful flower. It’s a rose. “Hi! Nice to meet you! “I said to her. She looked at me and cried," But I will move to another place. What can I do? I don’t want to leave my home.”
I took her out of the dirt and flew to the sky. I putted her under the tree that has my nest. We became to be best friends. We played together and talked to each other. We are happy.
One day, I flew to a shut window. There is a girl inside the house. She is crying. I said," What’s the matter?” She said, “I broke my mother’s favorite vase. My mother’s flower is dead, what can I do?” I said,” I had a beautiful flower. You can have it.” She said,” Thank you! “
I took the rose to the window. “Bye, you know, she needs you.” I said. The girl took the flower. She was happy. She said,” Thank you!” again. I smiled. I was very happy.