The Little Red Feather
While watching birds in the backyard, Fifi learns that being still brings a tiny visitor close.
Fifi scattered birdseed on the grass and crouched low beside Momo. 'Look, a red bird!' she whispered, pointing. The bird flitted away into the bushes.
Momo’s ears drooped. 'Why did it fly away?' he asked softly. Fifi sighed. 'I ran too fast. It got scared.'
'Let’s be statues, ' Fifi said. She and Momo hid behind the big flower pot and sat as still as stone. Momo’s tail gave a tiny swish. 'Shh, not even a twitch, ' Fifi whispered, holding it down.
A squirrel scampered past, and a little brown bird landed nearby. The red bird peeked from the bush. Fifi’s legs felt tingly, but she didn’t move. Momo wiggled his nose but stayed quiet. The red bird hopped closer.
The red bird landed right in front of them and pecked at the seeds. Fifi held her breath. Momo’s eyes grew big and round.
When the bird finished, it flew to a low branch and a tiny red feather fluttered down. Fifi picked it up gently. 'Look what waited for us, ' she whispered, holding the feather in her palm. The bird preened, and Fifi watched it, still as a mouse.
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