They found the bird on the pathway to their house. It's eyes barely open, it's body a rack of pain. It had flown without rest for over four years.
The little boy bent down with tears in his eyes to cradle it.
"Why didn't you land on a tree or a branch to rest?" Said the boy. "There are woods everywhere."
The bird let out his final sigh realising he had made a fundamental error in not resting. He just hadn't 'twigged' it.
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