We were walking in the woods and found an injured bird. We named it Mr. William Black. Then a woman came by with a dog. We asked her to hold the dog because Mr. Black lived there. When she asked who Mr. Black was, we told her it was a sick bird. The woman said that the bird would die soon and there was no point in helping it. But we decided not to give up. We took the bird to a hollow and made it a house. Then we painted a picture of it flying in the sky. We believe it will soon be able to fly like in the picture.