There where the sun begins to rise was the little bird named Lihue. He was very special ... of a kind of only one color, that of the wood of the mountains of the earth, Lihue was brown.The little bird Lihue used to stop his flight to perch to look at his friends, little birds of different races ... different colors, sparkles on their wings, also with a different and beautiful song for each one of them. He thought and imagined himself as one of them, he did not like to see all their brown plumage without any beautiful detail like theirs, the other little birds.Among all the birds he was the prettiest, very playful, flying, but among them there was one who always used to be sad and never said why, but he always used to be very afraid of posing in the trees
There where the sun begins to rise was the little bird named Lihue. He was very special ... of a kind of only one color, that of the wood of the mountains of the earth, Lihue was brown.The little bird Lihue used to stop his flight to perch to look at his friends, little birds of different races ... different colors, sparkles on their wings, also with a different and beautiful song for each one of them. He thought and imagined himself as one of them, he did not like to see all their brown plumage without any beautiful detail like theirs, the other little birds.Among all the birds he was the prettiest, very playful, flying, but among them there was one who always used to be sad and never said why, but he always used to be very afraid of posing in the trees