Once upon a time in the mountains of a warm and sunny country, a Starling was busy harvesting the red berries he loved so much.
He had already picked seven of them from the tree and now he wanted to bring them to his nest. He flew away with one but then heard a sound behind him and immediately returned. He didn’t want anyone else to eat his berries.
He was wondering how to do this. Could he put all seven berries in his beak? He tried but could not fit more than three. He tried to grasp all seven berries with his feet but succeeded only with four and then accidentally squashed one.
Now, if you know anything about Starlings, you know that they move as one body, even in flocks of hundreds. They are like dancing clouds of dust, they bounce and swirl as if they are one with the mystic heart of everything.
Starling asked his friends to help him. They came in hundreds and they all brought one berry straight from the tree to their brother’s nest. It overflowed with red berries. Under it grew a shiny red hill of deliciousness.
When seeing all the abundance and the flowing movement of his own kin, Starling woke up.
He did not need to struggle and sit on more berries than he could eat in a day.
He asked his friends to all enjoy the berries they themselves had brought.
Then he set off to dance with the wind together with his flock.