Narahari Das

A folktale from Bengal, by Upendrakishore Ray Chowdhury

The sparrows were a bit offended that morning. They had been having a merry chatter in the vegetable patch when they heard a very loud voice drown their festivities. A tiny tailor bird had taken up residence among the thorny eggplants, and was shouting her head off.

“Is that a hungry baby bird?” asked a deaf old sparrow. “Feed it immediately, for goodne…