I want to write a story
about a girl who became free she freed herself, really by letting the bird of her fear out of its cage knowing it might fly away and leave her if she let it go Nevertheless, the girl fetched a stool from her neighbor's house and because it was too heavy for her to carry alone she had to ask that mean old neighbor, who never had a pleasant thing to anyone in her village but since he was so lonely from any human company and had recently come to realize the benefit of others, was thrilled to receive the ask for favor was more than h happy to help this small girl with what seemed a large task Plus, she was pretty demanding - so he listened and complied. The stool, which was heavy and high was not very stable so the girl also asked the milkmaid and barber, who just happened to be walking by, through the field, at just that moment 3 adults to carry the stool and hold it steady seemed the right kind of support any maiden should need Also, when the girl finally climbed the stool to the cage hanging high from the ceiling, reaching to unhinge the door, she realized she had buried the key by the old oak tree so long ago she couldn't remember which stumpy stump it lay beneath and she didn't want to waste anymore time hunting for lost keys to cages. The barber, having some small shears at the ready, for a master is never without their tools, fashioned a way to pick the lock while the songbird quiet and watchful, unsure of the fuss after all these years did not utter a peep But, a small spark of something like hope or an aliveness had started to creep and gleam in her eyes and began to grow. When they heard the "click" that undid the lock the barber climbed down to steady the stool with the milkmaid, who watched holding the stool steady, encouraging both her lover to his secret skill and the crooned at the little girl to be patient, and made a new friend of the old neighbor she had never really met. The little girl, assuming her place on the stool, held steady by the support of her 3 new friends, held the cage steady and gazing deeply into the wonderous eyes of the songbird called her all the names of LOVE she could name. With each new name uttered, became ever more brave and ready to open the gate for the bird to fly free. The sound of freedom is unusual, thought the songbird. It sounded unlike any in her dreams. In a flash, which was a moment, settling into her knowing she hoped to the threshold with the happiest chirp, she bounded out of the cage circled the people and flew into the bluest sky ever seen.
