26th Jan 2025
One sunny day, Sim opened his door with a big smile. "I can't wait to play outside!" he said, racing into the garden. As he ran, he spotted something on the ground. Oh no! A little bird lay there, hurt and silent. Sim knelt down and gently whispered, "Don't worry, little friend. I will help you!" The bird had soft, brown feathers and a tiny wing that looked sore. He felt sad for the bird, but knew he had to act quickly to help.
Sim carefully picked up the bird, cradling it in his hands. "Let's take you to my secret garden!" he said. He walked softly, feeling the warm sun on his back, as he placed the bird in a cozy nest made of leaves and flowers. Sim got some water and a few crumbs of bread. "Here you go, sweet bird. You can get better here!" He promised. The bird looked at him with big, thankful eyes and chirped softly, almost like a smile. Sim grinned from ear to ear, feeling happy to be a friend.