The Sparrow. part four.

The sparrow gritted it's teeth and persevered nevertheless, thinking that this must be some kind of test. The sparrow relaxed a little, developing a rapport with some of the high ranking and began to achieve more. But this was not to be for one morning he was told, "You've progressed very little." The attitude was cold. Poor old sparrow crumpled up and feeling useless, no hope left went back to see the owl and admit he'd failed the test. The depth of despair the sparrow felt will never be truly known, even to the kind, just owl who'd treating him as her own. Why had he survived only to be mocked? Every good effort he'd made would always be knocked. For a brief period, He was freed of this heartless company and upon his return the owl had been busy. Once again, she asked the sparrow, "Come home and do your best." Amazed and please, the sparrow said he'd bow to her request. continued...