A bird's suffering

 Quite a long time ago, there was a young lady named Lily. She adored spending her evenings in the recreation area close to her home, playing on the swings and taking care of the ducks in the lake.

At some point, as she was taking care of the ducks, she saw a small bird battling to fly. It had a split wing and couldn't stay aware of different birds. Lily felt miserable for the bird and chose to bring it back home with her.

She made a comfortable home for the bird in a shoebox and named it Tweety. She dealt with Tweety, taking care of it worms and giving it water to drink. She would go through hours watching the little bird jump around the crate.

Days transformed into weeks, and Tweety's wing started to recuperate. At some point, Lily concluded the time had come to liberate Tweety. She took the bird to the recreation area and let it go. Tweety flew very high, and Lily looked as it vanished into the distance.

Despite the fact that she felt somewhat miserable to see Tweety go, Lily was additionally glad to have helped the little bird. She realize that Tweety would now be allowed to fly any place it needed and accompany its own sort.

From that day on, at whatever point Lily went to the recreation area, she would continuously watch out for Tweety, wanting to get a brief look at her padded companion taking off through the sky.