Little robin bird - Indigenous folklore.

Little robin bird - Indigenous folklore

Robin, the beautiful little bird of green dense forest. Apurba is his height, his walk He flies from one branch to another, flicks his two wings in joy, and feeds his feathers with his lips, makes no woods in the cocoon.

But not all days are equal. When rainy rain or bone-frosted winter comes in darkness - it's a big trouble, little Robin. In the thick feathers, the lips do not mean the cold, but the body is covered with the cover of the leaves but the rain can not be rained. So during the rainy days, the trees cut their days in the furrow of the trees, cut the night - the weight of food joints. And on the winter day, fly in the air constantly, keep the body warm, it is very hard at night.

On a winter day, the sun rises in the morning and flies to the end of the forest flying Robin. He was stunned, so sat down on a steep pavement under a tree and started resting. Fog-fog in the dense bush and bush in the mountainous valley far away.

At that time, there was a sun-roasting hot sunburst under Robin's chest. Very comfortable! The little robin leaves were removed from the garbage and saw a piece of fire. Wondering about the discovery of wonder, Robin was shocked. The things he got is more expensive than the riches of the kings. That is the truth, that is priceless.

She flew away with a piece of fire in the lip. It's going on, he's flying over the tree's head. The little knight is doing his tonnut, but somewhere he does not want to rest. He wants to go straight to his own door. But the little bird's little wings can be so distraught. The sunny sunshine of the end of the day also fell into the lap of the mountain. Robin can not be more. She sat in tired body of a tree. But in the darkness of his lips is the light? Does anyone see? If someone takes away a lot of hardships, his fire Meanwhile, he has been able to fly from morning to night. So the little robin fell asleep under the chest and fell asleep.