Tita and Tato & The Gray Bird: stories for children

Tato suddenly alerted Tita:

“Beware that comes a hunter.”

Tita either ignored him.

Hunter began placing cages around that tree and others which were very close.

“Do not poses over the cages,” shouted Tato. “They are traps, Tita. These traps make you fall in and then you cannot get out.”

Tita ignored him. Tato did not know her name. Still he insisted on calling attention to Tita curious who dropped to one of the lower branches of the tree where the hunter had hung a cage which was a trap.

Tato inadvertently dropped to the tree branch. Tato again asked Tita:

“What's your name, beauty? Remember that you should not sit on top of the cages.”

Tato never looked like going to call attention to Tita, who kept looking at the cage, and to the hunter who disseminated cages with food inside.

Tita began to hover over one of those cages. She held her little legs to a front of the cage. She tried with its beak to eat the food that was spread within the cage. But she could not reach the food with its beak.

She fluttered a bit and reached the top of the cage and perched. Tita felt a gravitational force that drew her. It was a force that drew her like a magnet. It seemed that gravity took her. When she hit the bottom of the cage with his little legs she did not realize she was locked. When she hit the bottom of the cage with his little legs she did not realize she was locked. The amount of food was fascinated by her.

She began to bite and swallow as she saw. When she was filled with food, she wanted to fly through the bars of the cage. She wanted to drink water from a river that looked behind some trees.

Then, Tato, very sad, approached the cage and he told Tita:

“You see? If you had listened to me you would not be so.”

“What am I doing here? Help me out.”

“I'll help you”, said Tato, “but tell me your name.”

“My name is Tita, and what is yours?”

“They call me Tato.”

“Well, you know my name. Now help me get out of here.”

But Tato could do nothing to Tita. The hunter had just returned.  He had several cages in a car. The last cage that he placed in the vehicle was to Tita. That beautiful bluebird felt sadder than before. She looked different. Only now it was Tita which called Tato.

“Get me out of here. Do not leave me…”

“Wait, Tiiitaa. I will see what I can do.”

Hunter started driving. The car was a lot of noise throughout the forest. Tita saw that the hunter had condemned her to a dark unprecedented inside the vehicle. There she could hear various bird songs. These birds were from different species. Each bird was cheering for their loved ones. In the manner of birds screaming or calling for assistance on how to get out of this confinement despite having plenty of food.

Tita huddled in a corner of the cage. She began to remember its moments of freedom before falling prey to a trap.

“Hey, beauty, what's your name?” Asked Tato.

“…”

““Do not poses over the cages,” shouted Tato. “They are traps, Tita. These traps make you fall in and then you cannot get out.”

“…”

““What's your name, beauty? Remember that you should not sit on top of the cages.”

So Tita recalled the first words of Tato, who had to settle elevate your flight and spy on the vehicle that was driving the bird hunter.