Wee Bird
BRIEN CROTHERS

A few mornings ago, I woke to hear rain pelting the outside world and little bird chirps. This is the story that burbled out from that moment.

Dawn crept toward Wee Bird���s lake and forest home. With a sturdy leg, and one weakened an ago during an encounter with Bully Bird, he gripped a leafless tree branch. His feathers lifted and fluffed to the chill morning air. Clouds, as broodingly gray as Wee Bird���s mood, taunted him from high above. The lake���s surface ...