Our story starts in a small park, In a little birdhouse connected to a tree’s bark.

 Inside is a baby bird fast asleep. “Baby bird time to start your flying lessons.” Said Moma bird with a cheap. Then up goes baby bird small and rotund. After baby Bird is ready they go to the terrace.

Baby bird scoffs his feet on their wooden terrace and runs and jumps off trying to flap his wings.

Baby bird begins to fall. He becomes Unsynchronized. Baby bird starts freaking out. He is frantically moving staring at the close coming Foliage below him. Suddenly Moma bird swoops blowing through the leaves to catch her son who is falling with more impact than a missile.

Moma bird safely brings baby bird back to the terrace. Both mama bird and baby bird go to sleep fading off to a dreamland where nothing bad happens.

They both are cuddled into the warmth they are drawn to. Next to each other they safely fade into their slumber.