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Kapansin pansin rin ang mga letrang nakaukit rito. "Not all birds sing," akala namin ay tapos na si Ulap. "but those that do are in a class of birds known as passerines, or perching birds. The term "passerine" is sometimes incorrectly used as a synonym for "songbird," since passerine status is defined by the structure of the bird's feet," pagtapos ni Ulap at tumitingin pa sa kalangitan. "Hindi tayo basta-basta makapupunta roon. Mas mabuti pang maghanap muna tayo ng matataguan," suhestiyon ni Vani na ngayo'y pinapawisan na at seryoso ang tingin.

It's really tiring to do the same thing every day. It was like a life of a bird, flying everyday to search for a food to eat. It would grow and want to gain more, so the bird tried to fly a little more further. But little did he know... it is the end of his journey. Because his life is already planned. He's not free. He is caged for a very long time, that's why when he tried to fly more than he should, he was shot dead by the man who caged him.

Sa bawat pag-abante ng sasakyan ay ang pag-galaw din ng ulo nila. Umakyat ang tingin ko sa ibabaw ng bubong nang marinig ang huni roon ng mga ibon. There were different colors of birds. They were chirping and flying as if they were singing and dancing. They were the small mammals, tiny creatures in the forest.

Whoosh! Pagkatapos ng unang pagliko, mahusay pa rin si Thomas sa pag-drift para makaliko. Si hummingbird ay likas na kamangha-mangha, ngunit ang kanyang utak ay hindi makahabol. Ang mabigat na kalkulasyon ay halos masunog ang kanyang utak. Sa kabutihang palad, walang gaanong kalsada na natitira. Hangga't nakakapag-perform siya ng matatag, kaya niyang manalo.

Nakakamangha, sobrang lakas ng ulan ngunit ang mga alon ay hindi man lang lumalaki. Sobrang linaw ng tubig, sobrang matiwasay. Maliliit ang mga hampas ng alon na para ngang hindi bumagyo. The birds was freely flying in the sky. Para silang walang problema. Lipad lang sila ng lipad, umaawit sa saya.

What did he do? “You know‚ you shouldn’t envy those birds‚” he said while caressing my cheeks habang ang kaliwa niyang braso ay nakapulot pa rin sa beywang ko. “’cause you are more privilege than them‚ they may seems free— flying above‚ but you don’t know that they’re searching for worms and insects or fruits to feed their rumbling stomachs.” ani nito at inipit ang ilang gahibla ng buhok ko sa tainga.