The Nightingale's Song

Nightingale, please show yourself, she pleaded. Our king needs your help. He is pining for your music and cannot be comforted. The little brown bird hopped down to a branch above her head and nodded obligingly. Take me to the place and i will do what i can he said. And with that, the pair proceeded through the woods and back toward the palace where the king still languished alone in his bedchamber. Once againafter so long, the sad king heard the unparalleled music of the natural world.

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