Little John ran upstairs to find his friend of 2 weeks was back to old ways. No amount of persuasion would deter him from banging his head on the glass window.
“Stop it will you!” John shouted. His friend the woodpecker looked dumbstruck; then again
‘Knock, Knock, Knock..‘
“What’s the problem , don’t you get it, you cannot build a nest in a glass window“, John parted the curtains on the window and scared the bird away.
The bird was now perched on the bark of a teak tree and furiously pecking at the wood.
“I can’t let you in buddy… Mom says you will dirty the floors… n dad doesn’t like pets.. You build your nest there on that tree so I can see you everyday.. “
John went downstairs and within a minute the woodpecker was back on the window. No amount of shooing would drive the bird away. Just that little John was too small to notice that on the wall facing the window hanged a framed photo of his daddy’s first catch with his gun.
A woodpecker.
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