THE TALE OF THE LITTLE MIGRATORY BIRD

Once upon a time, there was a little bird named Fia. She lived in a cozy forest where she knew every leaf and every branch. She had her favorite tree where she built her nest and friends with whom she raced through the sky.
But one day, autumn came, and the flock had to leave for the south, where it was warm. Fia didn’t want to go. She was afraid to leave the forest she knew so well.
"What if it's scary there? What if I can't find a new nest? What if no one accepts me?"
But she had no choice—one by one, the birds spread their wings and took off into the sky, beginning their long journey.
When they finally arrived in the new land, everything seemed unfamiliar. The trees stood differently, the air smelled different, and the songs of the birds sounded strange. Fia felt something heavy settle inside her. She stopped flying with the others and hardly left her new nest.
"I don’t know these birds. They won’t care about me anyway," she thought.
One day, as Fia sat on a branch staring down, a large, round capybara strolled by.
"Why do you look so sad?" the capybara asked.
"It’s not like home here," Fia sighed.
"So what? You get to discover new things! For example, there are delicious berries here that you didn’t have in your forest!"
Fia just flicked her wing.
"I don’t want new berries. I just want things to be the way they were before."
"Do you want me to show you something?" the capybara asked.
Fia hesitantly nodded and flew after her. They reached a lake where dozens of birds were soaring above the water, laughing, playing, and catching fish.
"Who are they?" Fia asked in surprise.
"They’re migratory birds too. But they’ve already learned that they can be happy here as well."
Fia hesitated, watching them.
"Do you want to join us?" one of the birds called out.
Fia almost said "no," but then she remembered what the capybara had said about the new berries. Taking a deep breath, she leaped into the water—and to her surprise, she found that catching fish was fun!
From that day on, Fia realized something important: a new home doesn’t mean a bad home. It just means a different home. And in this "different," she could find happiness too.