the little sparrow watched as the nest was ripped apart. twigs were tossed,
berries crushed, and his younger brother was clawed at until he no longer
moved. it was a horrible scene, and the little sparrow was trembling, hiding
behind the trunk of the great tree. he cried out, screaming for help. his
mother had been gone for four days. she never left them alone for that long.
the sky was dimming, the clouds swarming around the rising moon. the little
sparrow's voice was weakening. he had been crying for hours and he was all
alone. a crackling of sticks and crunchy leaves below caught the little
sparrow's attention. a mud-red fox was tiptoeing around the base of the tree,
his eyes trained on the little helpless sparrow. the baby bird once again
started up his crying.
as the fox was trying to find a way to get up to the higher branch that the
little sparrow sat on, a dark fluttering of feathers crashed down on top of
him. a large crow was pecking and scratching at the fox, who was howling
in pain. the fox managed to get a claw into the crow's wing, and blood seeped
from the velvet-tipped feathers. the crow only grew fiercer, and chased the
fox away from the tree and into the forest.
the little sparrow cried quietly, frightened and unable to steady himself on
his branch. the poor baby fell from the branch onto a soft bed of leaves on
the ground below. the little sparrow tried to get up, but was much too
frantic to stand. the crow hopped toward the sparrow, who attempted to hide
in the crispy leaves. the crow said nothing, he did not make any movements.
he only gazed at the little sparrow with his large, black eyes. the little
sparrow fainted from fear.
the nest was rebuilt when the little sparrow woke up. there were berries in
the corner and plenty of feathers and tufts of fur to keep him warm. the
little sparrow looked around, trying to find his mother. she had been gone
for five days, and she never left him alone for that long.
in the haze of morning light, the little sparrow saw the large crow, standing
on a fence post, staring out over the field. the little sparrow called to
him, but the crow pretended not to notice. a drop of blood fell from his wing
and the crow spoke. "i am no mother, but i will keep you safe, little sparrow.
you have been left all alone and you are but a child. do not fear the night
nor the creatures that hunt, for i will be here with you."