fairy tales for grown up

A hurricane

Every day a bird was finding shelter in the branches of a dry tree in the middle of a vast uninhabited desert.

One day a hurricane flew in and tore the tree from the root.

So the poor bird had to fly hundreds of miles in search of shelter – until he finally flew into a garden, where the water gurgled and the fragrant trees smelled of fruit.

If the dry tree have been survived, no power would force the bird to leave its place of affliction.

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