Once there was a bird. It was stuck down in a deep, dark hole, covered in mud, and had a broken wing. Other than that it was a beautiful bird.
Golden feathers, the most amazing beak a bird could ever have. But it couldn't see its beauty. It couldn't see its worth. It thought nobody loved it. That everyone would be happy if it died.
Until one day, another bird came and sat in the ground above that hole. It was also very beautiful. A black bird.
The gold bird tried all it could to get up out of that hole, to meet the black bird. And eventually it did. They became best friends. But one day, when the two birds were separated, the gold bird was left heartbroken.
It lay low and watched as other critters, even insects, hung out and had a great time with their friends all the time. Some of them would get so overrun by popularity that it pushed the gold bird back into the hole again.
When the black bird finally found the gold bird again it tried to pull the golden beauty back out. But nothing would work. And the beautiful black bird had to fly south when winter came creeping up on them. Nobody else ever tried to help the golden bird.
Never even tried.
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One Shots
عشوائيWell, I wrote a story, and one of my friends loved it. She said I should put it on wattpad as a one shot, so here it is. I hope you like it. And other than that, these one-shots are random, pretty much.
