| The Tiny Tinier Tiniest Bird By Jonathan Berman |  | 
(A True Story)

  
  One upon a time, there was a tiny tinier tiniest bird.  Fairly typical   when they're babies I suppose... but what was not typical was the   morning when this tiny tinier tiniest bird was hopping around   in fright in my kitchen.  Worried the cat would find it, I jumped into   action, but before I could do a thing, the birdy had snuck in through a   hole in the bottom corner of our cabinetry and was gone... but not   gone... but rather stuck, under our kitchen cabinets, and there was no   way to get him out.  I thought he'd die in there.  I set out a little   food at the corner and went to bed that night.
  
  The following   morning I was coming down the stairs, when what did my ears get met with   but the chirpings of a tiny tinier tiniest birdy, bounding around the   kitchen... when I approached it vanished like a ghost.  Silence came   over the room like a supernatural hand, that governs the third   dimension... nothing moved, creaked, chirped or spoke... it was as   though time itself had stfu for a second. 
  
  I pulled out the   oven, and there, held against the corner like Tom Cruise from a thousand   foot ledge, was the tiny tinier tiniest bird, afraid, afeared for its   life... holding its tiny breath, whirling in terror... 
  
  I   carefully scooped her up in my cat carrier, and out into the beautiful   morning sun, where her family was chirping from the trees.  I set her   down on the grass, glowing golden and green, waving its arms, bidding   the tiny tinier tiniest birdy back into the world.   The tiny tinier   tiniest birdy, my new little kindred spirit, looked up to the trees and   called out... and several birds came down, and together they walked off   together, no doubt to talk about last night's adventures!  No one would   believe her, and when I realized how close to death how certain I was   she would not survive it, and how somehow, she was given another chance   at life, I cried.  And in great grace, and gratitude for being able to   play some small part in this hope and wonder, I bowed my head to the   tiny tinier tiniest bird who had given me the opportunity to do   something good in my life.