One morning, a little bird sat down on one of my branches and looked around sadly. "Are you looking for something?" "I've lost my prettiest feather." "And where was it?" "I don't know, when I was flying over there from that mango tree over there to you, I suddenly noticed I didn't have it."
So I advised him to fly to see the meadow, which stretched out between my roots and a group of mango trees. And so the bird flew into the grass, looking for its feather among the straws.
As he hopped around and took off, a little boy appeared in the meadow. He was running around waving his arms. How happy he was to be there! And then, after a while, the little boy exclaimed, "Oh, Mom! What a beautiful feather!" And indeed, from one cluster of green grass, he pulled out a beautifully coloured, striped feather, which the little bird was trying so hard to find.
"What should I do? What am I supposed to do?" He asked me, flying back and forth. "Then go after him." "You'll see, maybe the boy will abandon it, and you can take it back." And so the bird flew to see the boy and his mother all the way to the house where they lived. When they closed the door behind him, the bird flew around the house, wondering how to get to his lost feather because he was too worried about it. In one of the windows, he saw this little boy putting a beautiful feather in his collection among other feathers, which he also found somewhere. The bird was all stunned when the boy was putting his feather in the highest place to see as much as possible.
After that, the bird used to sit on his window every day. He looked at his feathers while watching what the little boy was doing. He learned many things during those days---for example, that his name was Bappi, that he loved to draw birds, and he also overheard his father say that Bappi was very sick and therefore should not go out.
"Strange," thought the bird, "he looked perfectly healthy in the park... He was running around, and he was happy about it... Why can't he do that?" Well, Bappi was sick. He coughed every day, he cried, and that sweet smile slowly rolled out of his face. The bird wondered how he could help him.
The next morning, as soon as the mother opened the window in Bappi's room to ventilate, he sat on the ledge and began to sing to him. When the boy woke up, he saw a bird and the sun that had just peeped behind him.
"Mom! Come and have a look!" He shouted into the hallway behind the door. His mother came, and she also looked at the bird. They listened as he sang, and the enchanting smile of joy that the bird remembered reappeared on the boy's face. He sang to him every morning afterwards. The mother and dad built a small feeder in the backyard so that the bird could settle there and not have to fly for seeds far away. Bappi, who could not go out, sometimes secretly came into the yard and told the bird about what was bothering him and what he would like very much, about what he was getting... He once told him what he was afraid of. He was afraid he'd never get better because that was what he heard the doctor say. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to enjoy the birds because he might die. And while Bappi was crying, the bird sat there singing to him until he was cheerful again and feared nothing.
Autumn was approaching, and golden-coloured leaves began to fall from the trees around. On that autumn day, Bappi came running to the feeder, tied up a pile of seeds and shouted, "I am healthy!!! I'm healthy!!!"
The bird leapt onto the feeder canopy and sang enthusiastically from the top of his throat. Even though he knew he'd have to fly to another country soon with the other birds for the winter, so he mustn't freeze to death. Bappi rejoiced with him for a while, and then he and his parents went here, to the park, so that the boy could really enjoy his beautiful new day when he recovered.
The bird flew past them and sang to them the most cheerful and beautiful melodies he could. The last time he looked at the feather that Bappi had in his room, he thanked him. He knew he was leaving, and he'd be gone for a long time, and Bappi wouldn't see him all the time, not even his mom and dad. But he knew there was a place for him to go back to, and that he had many loving and kind friends who would welcome him back every year.
The last time he chirped his thanks to his lost feathers, he took off.
That's why never cry over any of your lost feathers. And also believe that even if you lose many feathers in your life, each one will lead you to such beautiful surprises as you can't even imagine.