The young blue heron awoke the shifting footsteps of the young panda villager, Liza. The Panda would often come in to care for the little ones of the orphanage, and they all adored her.
Liza shuffled her way to the heron, her long black braid swaying behind her as she stroked her feathers. "Well, little one, what might your name be?" she mumbled as her massive soft paws slipped over her head.
The heron stared at Liza blankly. She didn't know what a "name" was, and certainly didn't have one.
Liza chuckled "Is it ok if I call you Mira?" Mira. The young blue heron liked the sound of that. She gently nudged her to show she approved.
"Very well," Liza smiled. "From now on, you will be Mira."
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Mira's Untold Story
Proză scurtăMira's past has always been a secret. Word has never been spoken of the life she lived before she became the mother of jamaa. This is Mira's story, from a young heron to the beautiful mother of jamaa she is remembered for today.
