🪽 Is creation only about "taking off"? Or discovering a limitless horizon?｜😺Meow Knows Fables #6

Welcome to Meow Knows Fables. Learn wisdom through stories and grow through love and companionship. The Little Mouse Who Wished to Fly Once upon a time, in a beautiful forest, there lived a clever little mouse who loved to make things. A digging shovel, a tiny cart for carrying goods. Nothing was too hard for him. All his forest friends would praise him, what a smart little mouse. Their words made him feel warm and happy inside. But little by little, he began to think, making these things is too easy now. I should invent something no one has ever seen before. He sat under a big tree, daydreaming. Just then, a little bird flew right over his head, sunlight sparkling on its feathers. Wow, it can fly. How wonderful it would be if I could fly too. Without delay, the little mouse began to wonder, why can birds fly? He tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and thought very hard. Aha! It's because they have feathers. So the little mouse ran all around, collecting feathers. But there weren't enough, so he filled the gaps with big green leaves. The little mouse covered himself in feathers and leaves. Then he climbed up a tall, tall branch. Okay, I'm going to fly. He spread his little arms wide and jumped, plop. Luckily, the grass below was soft. The little mouse brushed the leaves off and frowned. Hmm, feathers alone aren't enough. The little mouse sat on the ground, watching a flock of birds circle high in the sky. Their wings catch the wind, the wind helps them fly. His eyes lit up like two tiny stars. Then I'll make a pair of wings too. The little mouse worked all night long. At last, a pair of wings made from thin wooden sticks and soft cloth was finished. He strapped them on and flapped a few times. So light. It really feels like I can fly. The next day, the little mouse climbed up an even taller branch. The sky was bright blue, and the wind whispered in his ears. Ready? Three, two, one. A strong gust of wind came, and the little mouse was lifted up into the air. Whoa, I'm flying, he squeaked. But the wind was too strong. The little mouse wobbled and tumbled in the air, spinning around like a falling leaf. Ah, he cried. In the end, he got caught on a tree branch, and all his friends had to help him get down. The little mouse lay on the ground, staring up at the sky. His heart felt heavy and hollow. I just can't do it. Maybe I shouldn't try to fly at all. He pulled off the broken wings and tossed them aside. Just then, another little mouse scampered over. He picked up the broken wings, held them high, and ran happily across the field. Look, they're flying. A gentle gust of wind caught the wings, and they floated up into the sky again. The little mouse looked up. The wings were dancing lightly in the sunlight. He smiled. Hmm, maybe trying something new is a wonderful thing all by itself. The wind kept blowing, and the sky stayed bright blue. The little mouse sat once more beneath the big tree and took out his tiny notebook. He wrote carefully. Birds can fly because of the wind. The wind can lift the wings. So the next step. I want to try this. He drew a picture of his new invention, a little smile curling on his lips. I haven't thought of its name yet. What do you think it should be called? Meow nose! You grow! Wish upon the open sky. Spread your wings and give it a try. Fall and rise. Don't be shy. Dreams can grow when you dare to fly. Thank you for watching. Click the link below to download the e-book. Free for a limited time. Don't forget to like, subscribe, and share. More great stories are coming soon. Bye!