Kitty-Kitty the Wonder Bird, who meows like a kitty ~
a story of Surrender and Acceptance.
When I am born, I do not tweet like a bird.
No-no-no!
I meow like a little kitten and my family members,
thinking this is cute, name me
“Kitty-Kitty the Wonder Bird!”
“Meow….meow!” I cry ~
and my entire family of shining beaks smile and
nod their heads with multiple tweets.
Later, I am embarrassed by my sounds.
Still later I
decide I wish I could be a human,
like my best human friend, Liberty.
Overall, there are two
highly important friends in my life:
my best friend, Kirsten the Fish, and,
my favorite human, Liberty, a very little girl.
You see,
I am a finely-feathered,
gentle spirit-bird,
who desperately wants to be human…just like Liberty.
Guess what?
Liberty the Human wears tutus.
She wears bows in her hair.
She wears cowgirl boots and sometimes
rain-boots with jewelry!
Liberty the Human
Liberty is not just any little girl.
She can run and kick a football. She can tackle.
She can fall down without crying.
She can grind fresh wheat for bread making.
She can EVEN make her bed while singing for her family!
She has a lovely and inspiring voice.
This makes me sing so loudly my feathered neighbors
jump off their branches in surprise!
I watch Liberty carefully and decide
I want to be just like her.
Sadly, I do not think I want to be a bird anymore.
I especially love the tutus and have a “Tutu Tree”
that holds flowing tutus.
I like to sit and sing all day and watch
the tutus blow in the wind.
Oh, how I long to wear one!
My beloved Tutu Tree! Do you see me?
I am singing tiny heart-shaped notes!
I also have a very best friend.
She is a swimmer-athlete and wears a tutu underwater!
Her name is Kirsten. She lives in The Pond.
She is a fish!
We spend many days chatting.
My very best friend, Kirsten the Fish ~
Some of my daily activities include flying trips
from the Tutu Tree to The Pond to
visit Kirsten the Fish,
and then to Liberty the Human’s home.
One day,
I cannot find Kirsten.
I sing and sing at the top of my lungs
searching for my dear friend.
Then I do an unwise thing.
Looking into The Pond,
I… dive… straight… in.
Ana the Alligator
After diving in, it seems odd that there is so much darkness in
The Pond.
Then I realize Ana the Alligator has swallowed me whole!
Oh, my.
How horrid!
And stinky!
And SLI-I-I-I-I-I-IMEEEEEEY!
Yuck! Ana the Alligator’s Stomach
with Me Swallowed Whole
My eyes become used to the darkness in
Ana the Alligator’s stomach.
I begin to walk around trying to find a way out.
At that moment I promise myself that if I get out,
I will never long to be anything other than
exactly what I am:
A BIRD.
Then I begin to weep hot, fat, sloppy tears.
Suddenly I think of a plan!
I remember Ana the Alligator is ticklish!
So, I dry my tears and begin to tickle Ana’s stomach
with my tail feathers and “AH-AH-AH-CHOOOOO!!!!!”
OUT I COME
as a part of Ana’s sneeze
landing back into “The Pond”!
I try to breathe slowly to calm my quivering heart …
And wouldn’t you know it,
just as I think I am clear,
SOMETHING bumps under me!
It picks me up high in the air.
“Oh, no! Now what?” I cry out!
“Please, I promise not to wish to be anything
other than exactly who I am,
if I can just get free!” I shout.
It is then that I look around and see
that I am in a small hole-in-a-hill.
It is the home
of Oscar the Otter.
His tail flipping around
signals he is hungry.
He is drooling and looking as
though he may be going to cook me for dinner!
Oh my goodness,
Kitty-Kitty the Bird is in trouble AGAIN.
I am so very frightened.
Aaaaaaack!
After thinking about Oscar the Otter
and his life,
I remember a song his mother and his father
used to sing to him when he was firstborn.
All the forest animals would listen
at evening bedtime.
I begin to sing the following to the tune of “Going Home”
written by Antonín Dvořák in 1893, Public Domain:
“Oh, my baby otter-boy;
I love you more than life;
Someday you’ll be big and strong;
and marry an otter-girl wife…
and marry an otter-girl wife.”
Oscar the Otter
Oscar freezes.
He looks at me, Kitty-Kitty the Bird, staring hard.
I can tell he is missing his mother and father.
He stops preparing a way to cook me
on The Pond Hill
and pushes me away gently, saying,
“Go on little bird. I will find something else to eat.”
It is at that moment something comes through the pond water
and throws me ALL THE WAY to the opposite shore!
To my wonder and amazement,
it is my dear missing friend,
Kirsten the Fish!
Swimming behind Kirsten,
are three tiny baby fish in tutus!
No wonder she went missing.
She has been busy making a brand new family!
Hooray for Kirsten!!!
Kirsten the Fish with her Three Babies
The Tutu Tree ~ can you find me?
Liberty
Julia Grace, Liberty’s baby sister
Kirsten and her three baby fish!
Oscar the Otter
Ana the Alligator
Oh, my. What a grand day we have.
We dance and sing all day!
I accept and am happy to be exactly who I am,
a bird named Kitty-Kitty who meows and tweets like a bird.
It is a great day.
I am free as a bird!
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