There once were two birds, a swallow and a dove. The swallow was a male and the dove a female.
The dove longed for the swallow and finally after inticing him so much, the swallow swooped down to her.
"Please," she begged from him. "Wouldest thou pluck a few feathers from they bosom so that they might line my nest?" she asked him, after a while of being at his side.
"Why should I give forth my own feathers when I know thou would never do this for me?" he asked the dove. The dove was shocked by his answer and didn't exactly know how to respond to it. The swallow in return flew off to be on his own for a while while the dove brewed in herself. But after a while, she wondered if he'd return. She knew that she had grown close to him, even though they were so different. What would she do without him? How could the dove go on? No one dove would do, for to her, they all seemed boring and ordinary compared to this swallow she had found.
But even with time, the swallow had to think, so she let him and awaited his answer with a sad and heavy heart as each day passed by.
For a little while, it seemed as if nothing had changed, save a few things between the dove and the swallow. He came back and they enjoyed one another once more, but soon the dove found herself in a wallow of misery one morning when her swallow flew away not to return to her and to never lay eyes upon her again, for his answer had been given in his silent fashion.
The dove longed for the swallow and finally after inticing him so much, the swallow swooped down to her.
"Please," she begged from him. "Wouldest thou pluck a few feathers from they bosom so that they might line my nest?" she asked him, after a while of being at his side.
"Why should I give forth my own feathers when I know thou would never do this for me?" he asked the dove. The dove was shocked by his answer and didn't exactly know how to respond to it. The swallow in return flew off to be on his own for a while while the dove brewed in herself. But after a while, she wondered if he'd return. She knew that she had grown close to him, even though they were so different. What would she do without him? How could the dove go on? No one dove would do, for to her, they all seemed boring and ordinary compared to this swallow she had found.
But even with time, the swallow had to think, so she let him and awaited his answer with a sad and heavy heart as each day passed by.
For a little while, it seemed as if nothing had changed, save a few things between the dove and the swallow. He came back and they enjoyed one another once more, but soon the dove found herself in a wallow of misery one morning when her swallow flew away not to return to her and to never lay eyes upon her again, for his answer had been given in his silent fashion.
