THE ARCHTECT BIRD

Long time ago, birds didn’t know how to build nests. So during the nights or rainy days they use to go and sit in people’s houses. Well they had no other option.

One rainy day a love bird named Tweety was sitting on the window pane of mean, old lady Mary. Lady Mary came with a broom and shooed of Tweety. Poor Tweety , I felt so sad for her. Luckily she found a tree and sat on its branch. There even a drop of rain didn’t fall on her. She was looking around the place and spotted three boys wearing raincoats playing with sticks. Soon their mother called them in the house. After they were out of sight Tweety swooped down to grab some of the sticks. She went back on the tree branch where she was sitting earlier and arranged  the sticks. The sticks were formed in a saucer shape. Tweety went sat in the saucer. She found it very comfortable. Many other birds spotted her and requested her to make one for them.

Soon Tweety found out that the boys who were playing are  from the family called Nests.  So Tweety decided to call the saucer-house  a nest.

Bagroo and the Cloth

Many years ago in the village of the Tota-Vota there lived a boy called Bagroo. There were no carry bags back then so they used to use a plain cloth, to carry things.One day Bagroo decided to go for a walk in the forest. His mother told him to pick some berries on his way back, so he grabbed a cloth and set off.

While he was walking he sang Bika-Nika, one of his favourite songs. He suddenly spotted a looberry bush so he bent down on his knees and he started plucking them but when he stood up he found himself in an entirely different place.He wandered there for about an hour or so until he met a pixie named Twinkle. Soon they became good friends.

Twinkle said,” I saw you plucking the berries from my magical mirror and called you here because they are queen Lora’s favourite berries and she gets furious if anyone touches them”.

So Bagroo went to the queen and gave her the berries himself and as a gift she gave him a wand, a spell book and she magically transformed the cloth into a carry-container.

Soon he returned with some other berries for his mother and with the aid of the wandand spell book he transformed many lengths of cloth into carry- container.

Many years later, Bagroo died and in his remembrance we now call the carry-containers ,carry bags.