Printed on watercolour paper
She had wanted to become a nightingale. Trills and flutters such music she would sing! She was named after the bird you know. But she had grown far too tall to be mistaken for one such small, plain, stocky brown bird. She looked more like a whooping crane, the tallest bird in North America!
So instead she carried them happily listening to their procession of whistles and tweets …