Once upon a time there was a little bird… She was a happy bird! Until one day the mother told her: “Now you are old enough; you have to go to school to learn how to fly!”
The little swallow didn’t want to go to school. She said: “I like to jump in cool grass or in soft sand. I like to go around and search for food!” But no way, she had to go to school.
The first teacher was talking a lot. The little swallow had to sit and listen. She had to repeat, with the others: “wings open – jump – fly!” So for hours and hours they were shouting: “wings open – jump – fly! Wings open – jump – fly! Wings open – jump – fly!”
“How was school?” asked her mother. “It was boring! It was terrible! And I cannot even fly. And I don’t want to fly,” the swallow cried bitterly. “I don’t want to go to this school anymore. I only like to jump in cool grass or in soft sand. I like to go around and search for food!” “All right,” said the mother: “I’ll find you another school!”
The second teacher said that talking is not enough. If you want to fly, you have to practice. Go up there… Open wings! Jump! Fly! The swallow falls down. And the teacher says: “ok, try again, it will come.” But the swallow is tired and cries bitterly at home: “I don’t want to fly, I’m hurting myself. I only want to jump in cool grass or in soft sand. I like to go around and search for food!” “All right,” said the mother: “I’ll find you another school.”
The third teacher was different, had new ideas. She organized class in a different way. They were not even busy on flying! They were doing projects on jumping: how to use the legs, counting how far you jump… They were doing projects on grass and sand: about nature and preservation…
And they learned all about food: what to eat to be a healthy swallow, where to search for food…
The little swallow enjoyed! This didn’t even look like school. And every week the bigger swallows were showing what they had learned about flying… Our little friend become curious anyway: how would it be to go out flying to find food?