So I said,
“Little bird, you had better watch out.”
“Why is that?” the bird responded.
“The wind spirits have arrived, and they’re blowing hard.
Are you not afraid that you’ll be blown off your perch?”
There was a short pause in our conversation for a crack of lightning and the winds began to blow with even more ferocity.
This little bird just hung on and at this point to what appeared to be a part of the tree’s branch.
“Why should I be afraid of being blown off my perch?” the bird responded.
“If it happens, I can always fly!”