Author: shish_admin

Arms and Legs were exhausted because Boss Brain had told them to run and work more than usual. They were sore, swollen to the size of ripe pumpkins. Such was also the situation of Blood Delivery Service, Mr Nose and the Lung twins. But there was one organ who hadn’t moved at all in those fifteen hours: Belly. He was simply sitting there with comfort, resting away to glory. The most irritated about this were the Arms.

“I bet Belly cannot do what we do for an hour,” said the Arms.

“And I suppose you can’t do what I do for mere minutes,” retorted Belly.

Legs now objected, “Do what, sit lazily like a lump on a log?”

The offended Belly did not reply. It was too angry to reply. So Legs and Arms decided to go on strike, refusing to work for the idle Belly.

Boss Brain thought it was a very foolish idea but they were young and juvenile, knowing about the ways of the body, he let it go. Blood Delivery Service and Mr Nose were too busy to think.

The strike was terrible. The owner of the body could not move. But it was not so for the Blood Delivery Service. The strike was news and news had only one purpose, to be spread. The news went viral (literally). Blood Delivery Service rushed around like a bullet train. It gave excess oxygen to the Kidneys and waste to Mr Nose. It could be summed up in one word – chaos.

But Belly was there to save the day. It wore its best suit and went to negotiate sense into Arms and Legs. It was good at that as he would convince them to consume food everyday. It told them about the work it did: digesting food, maintaining body momentum, etc. Arms and Legs felt stupid for causing such nuisance. They started working again and to Boss Brain’s relief, everything was fine once again.

Twitty, a beautiful bird, had a nest on one of the oldest trees of the jungle. That day, the air smelled of a storm. Twitty was not worried about herself and her children as they were well protected under the dense tree. Though, she did worry about the other animals in the jungle.

Dark clouds covered the entire sky. It started to rain steadily. Twitty knew that this was just the beginning. She had enough experience to know that this storm would create havoc and take the lives of many.

Suddenly, she saw a ball of stark black feathers huddled together at the end of the branch of the opposite tree. She flew over to inspect it. On a closer look, she found that it was a baby crow, shivering in the cold.

“Hey”, she called out to him, “What are you doing all by yourself in the storm?” she gently asked. The baby crow looked up fearfully and said, “I can’t find my parents,” and burst into tears.

Twitty took pity on him. She knew he was miserable. She decided to take him under her wings. “Come” she said, “Rest in my nest until the storm passes.”

The next morning, when the storm had cleared up, they went to search for his parents. But on enquiring, they found that the crow family had not survived the storm. Twitty knew that the crow wouldn’t be able to survive alone. So, she decided to keep him.

Her decision was widely opposed. “You’re making a huge mistake” said the nightingale. “Crows are bad omen. You should keep away from them” said the sparrow. “Crows are unfaithful. They will destroy your sweet little family” said the pigeon. “Your family is so beautiful. Pretty yellow feathers and cute brown beaks. Why do you want that black sinister crow in your nest?” said the peacock. But Twitty didn’t listen to anyone. She trusted him. What could a small crow do? She raised him as one of her own.

One day, when Twitty returned to her nest, she saw that the nest was empty. She panicked and wondered where her children could be. Just as she was about to call out to them, her eyes fell on the crow. She felt relieved. But the relief went away as soon as it came. She saw blood dripping from the crow’s beak. Without thinking, she screamed in fury, “You traitor! You filthy black crow! I gave you a home to live and you killed my children!” In anger she attacked the crow and pecked him to death in her fury. Just as she was done, she heard the small voice of her children. Her blood ran cold. She turned and saw all of her children safe and sound. “Mom, he just saved us from the snake” they said still shaky from the experience. And indeed, there was a dead snake lying under the tree.

Twitty, a beautiful bird, had a nest on one of the oldest trees of the jungle. That day, the air smelled of a storm. So, in order to protect her eggs from the storm, she went in search of sticks and leaves to cover the nest. While searching, she ended up in a circular patch full of leaves. Just when she was about to take off with the leaves, she saw a man standing in the middle of the patch. She hid herself behind the trees before the man could spot her. What she saw next was unbelievable!

Lightning started striking the circular patch and suddenly another man appeared out of the lightning. Twitty couldn’t understand what was going on. So, she decided to wait and watch. The man who was already there approached the other man and said, “Oh father, bless me with power, courage and strength so that I can win this war for my people.” The other man said, “Hercules, my son, my blessings are always with you.”

The other man raised his arm in the air, mumbled some spells and suddenly there came in his hand the Thunderbold of Zeus, which had the power to destroy civilizations with a single blow. Twitty realised that the man who had appeared out of the lightning was none other than the God of Gods and the controller of lightning, Zeus, and the other man was his son, the yielder of strength and power, Hercules.

Zeus then gave his thunderbolt to Hercules and said something inaudibly and disappeared into another lightning. Twitty was then able to understand that Hercules had called his father Zeus for help in a war.

Hercules started walking out of the jungle and Twitty followed him. After following him for some time, she entered an open battlefield and the view she saw was disheartening. There were people lying dead on the ground and their blood flowing through. Hercules went to the centre of the battlefield and shouted, “You shall pay for my people’s lives.” And with all his power, struck the thunderbolt on the ground.

The earth shook, cracks appeared and his enemy’s army fell into the earth as though they were being swallowed by it. Terribly frightened, Twitty then quickly flew back to her nest and hid herself in it with her eggs. She did not know what happened after it but she was very frightened and didn’t dare to venture into that patch again.

Twitty, a beautiful bird, had a nest on one of the oldest trees of the jungle. That day, the air smelled of a storm that would engulf the entire forest.

Twitty was a mesmerizing creature that left me awestruck! She had huge feathers dotted with golden spots. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere since my car was out of fuel. I could see the dark clouds falling low and covering the earth’s horizon.

I ran out looking for a refuge and just then the rain started pouring. I stood still under a tall, leafless, oak tree where I saw Twitty sitting on its topmost branch. Thunder rumbled, the trees rustled and the wind swooped.

It started to rain cats and dogs. All of a sudden, the earth’s core grumbled. I could see a deep crack forming in the ground it was as if the earth wanted to eat us all alive. And yes, there was an earthquake and I fell down the deep pit.

I lost all hope. I could no longer survive such a horrible night. I prayed to the Almighty as now only a miracle could save me.

A huge electric bolt struck the oak tree and there flew Twitty whose wings sparkled in the lightning. The golden spots of her wings illuminated and she transformed into a huge heavenly beast with large wings. It was as though God answered my prayers. She swooped down the pit and carried me up on her back.

We flew amidst the dark clouds and over them. I could not believe my eyes. I was over the horizon and could see the vast landscapes below.

All of a sudden, I woke up and found myself in my car. The petrol tank was full and the forest seemed as it was before – with no damage due to the rain. But I found inside my pocket a black feather with golden dots!