The small little bird.

There once was a little bird, her name was Andrew. Yes Andrew was a boy's name, but this bird had not yet understood the difference between right and wrong. One day her grandmother came to her in a dream, for she was already dead, and said "Little flyer you have so many choices in life, you are a young bird what are you going to do with your life?" Andrew had a dream, she wanted to fly, but she never told anybody about her dream so she lied to her grandmother and said she would be a servant bird, a messenger just like her father. Her grandmothers tears filled up with joy, "Oh Andrew! You will be so happy in your new life, your father will be proud and you will make an honest man out of your husband!" Then Andrew woke up. She began to cry because the last thing she wanted to be like was her father. He was a cruel man, and never believed in Andrews dream to want to fly. He would say, "You are a small little bird, with small little wings and all the other birds outside will eat you up." But one day Andrew flew.

The day was her sisters birthday. She was turning nine and it was a horrible day in Andrews community. The ox had plowed the field, and in the mist of doing so he died. The whole community was in morning, for the ox was the smartest animal they knew. But Andrew didn't think that he was very smart at all, and even though he felt sorry for the community there was something bigger on Andrews mind. Her wings has grown and she felt strong, and even though everyone was at the funeral of Sammy the ox, Andrew has made herself to the top of a very large hill, but she was very tired. Just then her brother appeared to her in a dream. Her brother was one of Westborough's greatest flyer's. He said "Andrew your name has been changed, and when you are week you are strong." Then he flew away. Andrew looked down, there was a card at her feet. She picked it up it read "Andrew was your old name, your new name is brave hearted." Andrew heard a commotion at the bottom of the hill. And before she could say 'go' she was flying all around the sky, she was so high that nobody could see her, except for her brother who flew right up to meet her in the sky.

They flew for hours and hours right through the sunset, and when they came back down there was a basket for Andrew at the bottom of the hill. "Andrew, this is your cousin Mark. I heard you got your wings and I was wondering if you would like to fly with me one day?" Andrew replied, "My name is Brave Hearted and where brave hearted flies, so shall Mark!" And she lifted her wings and flew off into the sunset.