
The Heron bird was on a long flight from a place thousands of miles away. He was not flying alone; he was a part of a big group of migrants. birds. The bird finally landed on the riverside.
"A warm welcome to my kingdom," It was the crocodile in the river who saw the Heron, smilingly.
"Glad to meet you, dear. I'm too tired after a long flight. Can I take a rest here?" asked the bird.
"Of course. You can rest here," said the crocodile. The crocodile asked the Heron why he was on a long flight.
We fly to escape the harsh winter season back at our home. So God of heavens made a plan for us, and showed us a way out of the harsh winter. This place, we call our second home," said the Heron.
Days and months passed. It was time for the Heron to return to the place it migrated from. She said goodbye to the crocodile. The croc was in tears; it was not just crocodile tears, but sadness from the heart. The Heron also cried a lot. The Heron flew back, promising that she would return to the crocodile the next winter season.
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