BIRD OF THE BLUES

In the garden there were many birds. Some people called the garden
paradise. They flew through the blue sky, between the tall green trees,
and sometimes sat in their branches.

They mostly sang and ate the seeds from the flowers. They each sang
his own tune, but this being paradise, a lot of the birds sang classical
tunes, like the nightingale and the turtledove.

But some of the more progressive birds liked to sing more lively
tunes like rock, as sung by the turkeys; "Gobbelty gobbelty. And heavy
metal squawked by the crows. Or rap, as sung by the woodpecker. 'Rap!
Rap! Rap! the woodpecker would rap away all day, much to the annoyance
of the other birds, especially the classically minded ones.

But then there was one bird in the garden with a golden voice, which
sang the most beautiful songs of all the birds. When this bird started
to sing all the other birds would stop their own singing, and listen.
And in the quiet garden all that was to be heard was the song of the
bird that sang the blues.

The bird that sang the blues, sang it so beautifully, that often one
heard no other sound in the garden, except for her golden voice singing
the blues. She sang such beautiful sad songs of love and longing that it
brought back all the bitter sweet memories of the older birds, while it
just filled the young ones with joy and pleasure.

But the parrot became jealous and started to imitate the bird that
sang the blues, (because he was an unoriginal bird by nature, and had
often copied other birds before). And although some said his version of
the blues was not too bad, there were others who distinctly disliked it.
Most of all the master of the blues herself.

So she spread her wings as the sun was setting, and flew out of the
garden, and her golden voice flew with her. The following day the birds
started to long for her lovely golden voice, and were grumbling
discontentedly among themselves. So the parrot tried to cheer them up by
doing his version of the blues again.

This just upset all the other birds because, they realized for the
first time how beautiful the voice of the bird that sang the blues
really was, and how truly awful the parrots version was. They shut him
up quickly, and then each one began to sing his own tune again.

Silently they were all longing for the return of the bird that sang the blues.