Osucrossing

English: The bird that lost his colors Once hard to spot at the bottom of the pond was a kingfisher. Great colors, strong and vain. Then he placed his beautiful feathers in the wind and the sun and waited for fish. It didn't take long before a whole school of fish came to him. Funny, they didn't seem to fear him. They stuck their heads out of the water and whispered and whispered. “Look Mr Kingfisher” “Chic” “Look the pretty one” “What beautiful feathers” The kingfisher heard this, swooped down and caught a fish. The other fish continued to gain weight. "That's ridiculous" "Beautiful, you can't get us all" laughing, the fish moved away. This went on again for the next three days, to the point where the kingfisher dropped its last fish. There was a strange feeling inside him: shame. He became deadly sad and faded, his colors diminishing. Transformed into a nuthatch, he flew into the forest. Then he met more of his kind and asked what had happened to them. They talked all winter. They