Friday, August 7, 2009


Once there was a beautiful bird, more beautiful than any other. It was powerful and free, and possessed great courage.

This bird was fearless, going wherever it wanted. It also was very proud of its spectacular plumage of vibrant colors.

One day the bird decided to pluck its own feathers, one by one, to make a beautiful nest in which it could rest with comfort and security. Now the bird can no longer fly.

by: Brian Cavanaugh


Tranquility said...

So you are saying we shouldn't pluck our own hair then... er right?


masterwordsmith said...

Haha! Great sense of humor you've got there, Dr.Tranquility.:-)

Have a nice weekend and take care.