A BIRD SAT ON HER EGG

THE EGG SNEEZED.

“OH, OH,” SAID THE BIRD.

AWAY SHE WENT TO FIND A DOCTOR FOR HER BIRD.

THE EGG SHIVERED, IT JUMPED AND JUMPED AND JUMPED.

OUT CAME A BABY BIRD.

HE SCREAMED AND CRIED. HE HAD A FEVER.

“WHERE IS MY MOTHER? WHERE IS MY HEALER?” HE SAID.

HE LOOKED UP. HE DID NOT SEE IT.

HE LOOKED DOWN. HE DID NOT SEE IT

HE LOOKED IN THE STORES.

DOWN, DOWN THE AISLE OF THE SUPERMARKET HE WENT. HE SAW LOTS OF SHELVES OF GROCERIES, LOTS OF PAPER GOODS. HE BOUGHT THEM. BUT THEY WERE NOT HIS HEALERS.

HE COULD NOT FLY. HE JUST COULD COUGH.

“NOW I WILL CONTINUE TO FIND MY HEALER,” HE SAID.

HE DID NOT KNOW WHAT HIS HEALER LOOKED LIKE.

HE DECIDED TO GO ONLINE AND ASK SOME BIRD-BRAINS.

HE SAW SOME BIRD-BRAINS SWALLOWING ZINC AND VITAMIN C.

“ARE THESE MY HEALERS?” SAID THE BIRD TO THE VITAMIN SWALLOWERS.

THE BIRD BRAINS JUST LOOKED AND SWALLOWED.

THE BABY BIRD KEPT COUGHING. HE FELT VERY HOT. HE WANTED TO GO HOME, BUT HE NEEDED TO FIND HIS HEALER.

THE VITAMINS WERE NOT HIS HEALERS.

THEN HE CAME TO SOME BIRD-BRAINS; THEY WERE RUBBING VICKS VAPORUB ON THEIR CHESTS.

“ARE YOU MY HEALER?” ASKED THE BIRD TO THE BIRD-BRAINS.

“TRY THIS,” THEY SAID. “ IT WILL MAKE YOU BETTER.”

HE TRIED, BUT HE STILL FELT SICK.

THE VITAMINS WERE NOT HIS HEALERS.

THE VICKS WAS NOT HIS HEALERS.

SO THE BABY BIRD WENT ON.

“I HAVE TO FIND MY HEALER! BUT WHERE? WHERE IS IT? WHERE COULD IT BE?”

THEN HE CAME TO SOMEONE BANGING ON THEIR CHEST.

“IS THAT MY HEALER?” ASKED THE BABY BIRD.

BUT THEY JUST KEPT BANGING ON THEIR CHESTS.

THE VITAMINS WERE NOT HIS HEALERS.

THE VICKS WAS NOT HIS HEALER.

THE CHEST BANGERS WERE NOT HIS HEALERS.

SO HE WENT ON. SOON HE CAME TO A GROUP OF BIRD-BRAINS DRINKING LEMON WATER.

“IS THAT MY HEALER?” ASKED THE BABY BIRD.

“TRY THIS,” THEY SAID. “IT WILL MAKE YOU BETTER.”

HE TRIED, BUT HE STILL FELT SICK.

THE VITAMINS WERE NOT HIS HEALERS.

THE VICKS WAS NOT HIS HEALER.

THE CHEST BANGING WAS NOT HIS HEALERS.

THE LEMON WATER WAS NOT HIS HEALER.

DID HE HAVE A HEALER?

“I DID HAVE A HEALER! I KNOW I DID. I HAVE TO FIND IT. I HAVE TO FIND HIM. I WILL. I WILL.”

THE BABY BIRD DID NOT WALK. HE RAN. AROUND AND AROUND HE RAN. HE ENDED UP ON A TRAIL.

HE LOOKED AND HE SAW A PRAYER BOOK.

SOME WISE BIRDS WERE READING THE BOOK.

“IS THAT MY HEALER?” PLEADED THE BABY BIRD.

“TRY IT,” SUGGESTED THE WISE BIRDS.

SO HE DID. HE READ AND HE READ, HE PRAYED AND HE PRAYED. SOON HE FELT A LITTLE BETTER.

HE LOOKED UP AND HE SAW HIS MOTHER. SHE LIFTED HIM UP AND TOGETHER THEY FLEW BACK TO THEIR NEST AND ENDED UP ON THEIR COUCH.

“YES, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE,” SAID THE BABY BIRD OUT LOUD, WHILE LOOKING UPWARD TO THE SKY.

“YOU ARE NOT A VITAMIN.

“YOU ARE NOT A VICKS.

“YOU ARE NOT A CHEST BANGER.

“YOU ARE NOT LEMON WATER.

“YOU ARE MY G-D, HASHEM, AND YOU ARE MY HEALER!”

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