Kindness (Children)

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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A stork built on the roof a nest, he had just recently been blessed with what he called his feathered dream: Long legs, a beak of crimson cream and eyes to melt a stony heart. His nest turned out a piece of art, he anchored it to sturdy bricks with leaves and boysenberry sticks. Soon, junior saw the light of day he happily began to play. Since even little storks have legs that, once they've left their crowded eggs, can make light work of scary heights and thus provide some awesome sights, so junior took a step due East, he wasn't frightened in the least. His foot now reached the chimney's hole where smoke arose from burning coal. His eyes went teary, also blind a gusty wind came from behind and then he went, heels over head into the chimney, nearly dead. He landed with a bang and yell in glowing ashes, thinking hell had welcomed him and he assumed that in this place he sure was doomed. The man who was just eating lunch looked over and he had a hunch, that something living had descended and that his peaceful meal had ended. He grabbed the stork and ran outside while yelling to his sleepy bride, together they sprayed from the hose much water from the pressure rose until the stork took one deep breath as now he knew he'd cheated death. Right then, a worried, huge white bird flew off the roof without a word. He had assessed the situation and did not want a confrontation. He thanked the couple, then he turned, trailed by the moderately burned and nervous junior when the man said, 'Stork, I wonder if you can repay our helpfulness in kind I'll tell you what I have in mind. My wife has been on I V F yet all the gods must well be deaf, we've tried for years to have a boy with hormones and extract of soy. The stork conferred with his own wife and since they'd saved their junior's life they did their magic in their nest, and when the wind blew from the West they dropped into the bed at night a little boy to their delight. Each year thereafter one new bird was born up on that roof, my word. And always in the nursery soon after there again would be a brand new child, as to remind that it is godly to be kind.

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