The Little Bird and the Red Rose - A Tale of English literature
Once upon a time there was a teenage boy who was pretty dorky. Awkward. Socially inept. He didn’t have any friends at his school except for a tiny little bird that followed him around everywhere. These two (the boy and the bird) were tight and talked regularly and openly. The boy felt like the bird knew him better than anyone else.
It was a lovely little town where they lived but there were no red roses. Only white ones.
The boy had confided in the little bird that he had a crush on a girl at school, we’ll call her Heather. Heather was beautiful and popular and everyone loved her. It is understandable why the boy liked her. Why not like a beautiful, popular girl named Heather? The little bird understood and was a little bit jealous.
Well, it was prom time and the boy decided that he was going to ask Heather to the prom.
Initially the little bird tried to discourage the boy, but the boy was dead-set on asking her. So the bird decided to support him and helped him summon the courage to ask her to the dance. He went to her door and knocked. The little bird was perched in the bushes.
She answered. He stammered, admitting that he wanted to go to the dance with her. Heather laughed. She looked at him with small eyes and said, I will go to the prom with you if you bring me a red rose.
(You will recall gentle reader that there are no red roses in this town.)
The boy was hopeful, as he did not recall this rudimentary fact about the town. He went home with the bird flying behind him, over the moon that Heather would go to the dance with him. When they got home, the bird broke it to him that Heather had asked for something unattainable. That she would never go to the dance with him.
The boy dropped into a deep depression. He wouldn’t sleep or eat and the little bird, who loved this boy so, was getting very anxious. The bird kept thinking and pondering, what could he do to get a red rose? Fly to the next town? Ask other birds to bring one in for him? It all seemed impossible. One night, when the boy appeared at death’s door the bird decided he would go find a red rose for him. The bird was all worked up, knowing that the journey ahead would be a hard and painful one. He rushed out the window, without realizing that there was a huge thorny bush right outside.
The little bird flew right into the bush and a thorn pierced his heart and he died. Blood dripping down from his body.
The next morning the boy got out of bed, noticing the bird was not around. He went to the window and while he did not see his little friend’s body, he looked down at the rose bush and saw a single red rose. A blood red rose. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and the boy leapt with joy. He ran downstairs and picked the rose and ran to Heather’s house.
He knocked at Heather’s door and when she answered he said, Look I have a red rose! I brought you a red rose! Now you will go to the prom with me!
Heather laughed, meanly. I was never going to go to the prom with you. You’re weird and boring. And nobody likes you. She threw the flower down.
The boy mourned all the way home. He wished his little bird were there to comfort him. He went home and got into bed and died. The dead bird’s body still outside his window.
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