– Perhaps I would like to place something to him of food, am weakness, do not know it. I like as she sings that small bird, and for some reason I feel that she passes something to him -. It said to him. Certainly the old Pepe could not reach that one branch by itself, and feared to send to some boy by fear that was hurt when trying to raise. He did not pass much for when Pepe and ngel took leave, would close early the supply because he had familiar commitment and thus both moved away. For some reason, Angel remained thinking about that one small bird. It was a young person with skill, was almost certainly he enough yes could raise until that one branch but there was a problem, already Don Pepe had gone away and he would not abrira the supply in all the weekend, so he did not have sense to return to the place where it was the bird.
He decided to concentrate itself then in his work, had several orders that to realise, were a very capable Illustrator although what really it wanted was to become Painter. During awhile he was entertained in which he did, but he returned to remember the bird and took his shelter course to the street from the supply. It became behind schedule and a cold wind watched. " But what I am doing? It would have to return to house. No, I feel the impulse to go until and is there what I will do. ". It thought. When arriving it saw the door of the closed supply, as anticipated. There was nobody in the street and they did not pass cars either. It remained watching the branch and there it was bird, did not move, then it thought that perhaps no longer there was nothing to do but it was when the small bird moved a little.