A certain woodpecker went pecking away at the trees, constantly wondering why she just couldn’t do it. The other woodpeckers laughed at her, and she pecked harder and harder. She kept hurting herself.
Till she just couldn’t take it anymore. She went and sat by a lake, looking down, wanting to just jump in and drown and give it all away.
At that moment, she happened to see her reflection. As it turned out, she wasn’t a woodpecker in the first place! She was tinier than a woodpecker. And she had beautiful blue feathers, streaked with green and yellow and orange. She was a kingfisher.
Wow, she thought to herself. She never knew that. As if to try things out, she rose to the air, dove into the lake in one quick swoop, and landed on the other side with a fish in her beak.
She probably wasn’t as good at this as the other kingfishers, but this came to her easy. She’d have to make up for all these years of lack of fishing practice, and she’d also have to take care of all the wounds caused during woodpecking. There was work to be done, she had no time to lose, and she had to get to it, quick.
Things were going to be much easier from now on, she thought. So much, so much easier. And so they were.
She never knew life could be this simple.