High above a quiet forest,
an eagle ruled the sky.
He was strong.
Fast.
Proud.
Whenever he flew,
smaller birds moved away.
Among them lived a tiny sparrow.
The sparrow was not strong.
He was not fast.
But he was kind.
One afternoon,
the eagle sat on a tall branch,
preening his feathers.
The sparrow landed nearby.
“Why do you fly so low?”
the eagle mocked.
“Look at you—small and weak.”
The sparrow smiled politely.
“Everyone has their own place,” he said.
The eagle laughed.
“Place? Only power matters.”
Days passed.
One morning,
a sudden storm struck the forest.
Dark clouds rolled in.
Winds howled.
The eagle tried to fly higher,
but the wind was fierce.
A strong gust slammed him
into thorny branches.
He cried out in pain.
His wing was stuck.
Animals watched from below, afraid.
No one dared approach.
Except the sparrow.
He flew close,
circling carefully.
“I can help,”
the sparrow said.
The eagle groaned.
“How could you help me?”
The sparrow didn’t argue.
He flew to the ground
and brought help—
other small birds,
twig by twig,
they loosened the thorns.
The sparrow guided them patiently.
After a long struggle,
the eagle was free.
He lay exhausted.
The storm passed.
The forest grew quiet.
The eagle looked at the sparrow.
“I was wrong,”
he said softly.
“Strength alone didn’t save me.”
The sparrow smiled.
“Sometimes,” he said,
“kindness is the strongest wing.”
From that day,
the eagle never laughed at small birds again.
🌟 MORAL OF THE STORY
Never underestimate anyone.
Kindness and humility often succeed
where pride and power fail.
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