The Tale of the Cage
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创造年份: 2014

描述:A little cage feels lonely because, unlike all the other cages, it’s not home to a bird. So it sets off in search of one. It meets a busy swallow, an independent sparrow, some noisy ducklings, a smug nightingale, a snooty peacock and finally a wise old owl. At the end of its journey it learns that the best way to make lasting friends is to take good care of them and to respect their freedom.

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The swallow was carefully arranging a little twigand a piece of mud in its new nest.“That’s certainly kind of you, cage,” the bird saidfinally. “But to me, nothing in life compares to buildingyour own nest, even if it’s hard work; or to travellingthe world, although you never know what awaits youin every new place.You’d better ask the sparrow, as he’s always lookingfor something to eat and a place to stay.”And the cage in search of a bird set off to findthe sparrow.

The swallow was carefully arranging a little twigand a piece of mud in its new nest.“That’s certainly kind of you, cage,” the bird saidfinally. “But to me, nothing in life compares to buildingyour own nest, even if it’s hard work; or to travellingthe world, although you never know what awaits youin every new place.You’d better ask the sparrow, as he’s always lookingfor something to eat and a place to stay.”And the cage in search of a bird set off to findthe sparrow.

The cage found the nightingale doing his morningsinging practice.“No way!” he said, as soon as he heard the cage’sproposal, and he beat his little brown wings smugly.“You don’t even know what you’re talking about.You can’t make real music in a cage! You can’t findinspiration behind bars! Art, you ignoramus,needs freedom!Just go and ask the peacock. With that great bigtail of his, he thinks that everyone should behis servant.”

The cage found the nightingale doing his morningsinging practice.“No way!” he said, as soon as he heard the cage’sproposal, and he beat his little brown wings smugly.“You don’t even know what you’re talking about.You can’t make real music in a cage! You can’t findinspiration behind bars! Art, you ignoramus,needs freedom!Just go and ask the peacock. With that great bigtail of his, he thinks that everyone should behis servant.”

“Who do you think I am?” snapped the peacock, unfurlinghis majestic tail, before the cage could even finish its words.“Can you imagine someone with such an imperial tail livingin a cage? My thousands of admirers queue up to serve me.They fulfill my every desire just to be allowed to catcha glimpse of this wonder.You should go and ask the old owl. She’s deaf and canno longer see very well either. I’d bet she’d love to betaken care of.”

“Who do you think I am?” snapped the peacock, unfurlinghis majestic tail, before the cage could even finish its words.“Can you imagine someone with such an imperial tail livingin a cage? My thousands of admirers queue up to serve me.They fulfill my every desire just to be allowed to catcha glimpse of this wonder.You should go and ask the old owl. She’s deaf and canno longer see very well either. I’d bet she’d love to betaken care of.”

The cage in search of a bird found the old owl in the woods,resting on the branch of a tree. She was perched on one leg,with her eyes closed.“Good evening!” shouted the cage so the owl could hear.“Good evening,” answered the owl in a raspy (very raspy) voice,slowly opening one of her eyes.”Will you come live inside me?” asked the cage,full of expectation, before adding: “You’ll have a ventilatorin the summer, warm house shoes in the winter, and a nicedoctor with gold-rimmed glasses will come flyingwhenever you’re sick !”The owl just stared at the cage without uttering a word.

The cage in search of a bird found the old owl in the woods,resting on the branch of a tree. She was perched on one leg,with her eyes closed.“Good evening!” shouted the cage so the owl could hear.“Good evening,” answered the owl in a raspy (very raspy) voice,slowly opening one of her eyes.”Will you come live inside me?” asked the cage,full of expectation, before adding: “You’ll have a ventilatorin the summer, warm house shoes in the winter, and a nicedoctor with gold-rimmed glasses will come flyingwhenever you’re sick !”The owl just stared at the cage without uttering a word.

Summer turned to autumn, and then winter came.The birds, who could no longer find food, rememberedthat at the edge of the woods there was a cage unlike any other– a cage that had no door but always had plenty of seeds for themto eat.The news travelled fast and every day hungry birds came from farand wide, fascinated by this unusual cage.And when the melting snow gave way to spring, which was onceagain followed by a sweltering hot summer, the birds kept comingto the cage, that always had cold, fresh, clear water…

Summer turned to autumn, and then winter came.The birds, who could no longer find food, rememberedthat at the edge of the woods there was a cage unlike any other– a cage that had no door but always had plenty of seeds for themto eat.The news travelled fast and every day hungry birds came from farand wide, fascinated by this unusual cage.And when the melting snow gave way to spring, which was onceagain followed by a sweltering hot summer, the birds kept comingto the cage, that always had cold, fresh, clear water…

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