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Under bright midday sun in a forest clearing, Wise Mother Bird stands on mossy ground clutching twigs, while Mrs Vila perches nearby calling excitedly and Snakey the Acrobat freezes mid-flip above a low branch.
Wise Mother Bird gathered twigs beneath bright sunshine. 'Come play!' called Mrs Vila and Mrs Geza, while Snakey the Acrobat flipped. 'I can't,' she said, 'because a storm is coming.'
At twilight in a leafy glade lit by fireflies, Wise Mother Bird weaves vines and moss inside her growing nest while Crickett the Musician leads his insect band on tiny instruments and Chameleon the Magician flourishes a sparkling top-hat invitingly.
Crickett the Musician's band began a lively concert. Chameleon the Magician waved his hat and whispered, 'Tonight's show!' 'Another time,' said Wise Mother Bird, threading vines, feathers, and soft moss.
Inside a snug treetop nest at dusk, Wise Mother Bird gazes tenderly as three tiny wise mother birds chicks crack pale eggshells, their yellow feathers glowing in the soft orange sky.
The beautiful nest was ready before dusk. Wise Mother Bird laid her eggs, waited, and soon three tiny yellow chicks hatched. 'Welcome, little ones,' she cooed, tucking them close.
During a night storm in the dripping forest, Wise Mother Bird curls over wise mother birds chicks inside the nest, while outside lightning reveals Mrs Vila shivering on a rain-lashed branch under fierce wind.
Wind roared and rain hammered the forest. Mrs Vila and Mrs Geza shivered outside, with nowhere to hide. Wise Mother Bird sheltered her chicks, whispering, 'Stay safe,' feeling sad she couldn't help.