The Most Beautiful Bird in the World

Long ago, there existed a land said to be the most beautiful in the world, with beautiful forests and beautiful things and the most beautiful village, populated with the most beautiful people. On this land the trees were massive and vibrant, plants were decorative and artistic; by day the river shone bright in reflection of the sun, and by night it sparkled in luminescence, expressing a deep shade of hue. The sky was washed in color of sweet periwinkle, and softly went peach as the sun met the horizon twice a day.

And naturally any society or culture that would flourish in such a land would be equally as beautiful and so tastefully detailed. The people strove to compliment their environment by using body art. In other words they only cared for such forms of art; art that is visually pleasing. . Such as painting their bodies with skin dye made from compressed and fermented fruit. Or styling their hairs with Lily Tiger excrement, which gives the hair hold for hours. They held a fashion fiesta at least once a month and it was always the greatest thing. They also developed advanced taxidermy art to preserve certain animal’s everlasting beauty, because some were so lavish in it’s aesthetics. And thus aesthetic art greatly developed in this society

 One day the villagers were spending their day well, ornamenting their beautiful village as usual. Then suddenly, the town’s messenger ran through the streets excitedly, yelling about a bird habituating in a forest, along the river 3 forests down south.

Messenger: “PAY ATTENTION, PAY ATTENTION, ITS SAID TO BE A WONDROUS THING

ITS SAID TO BE A MYTHICAL THING

THIS BIRD IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING. THE WORLD’S MOST BEAUTIFUL BIRD”

Villager A: A bird?

Villager B:  A what?

Villager C: A flying bird?

Villager D: No, a glamorous bird

Villager A: Does it fly?

Villager D: No

Villager B: So what good is the bird?

Villager A: Is it good

Villager C: To eat?

Villager D: No it’s a beautiful bird

All: A beautiful bird!?

Villager B: How beautiful?

Villager D: as beautiful as us

Villager A: Why that is perfect!

Villager C: We must have it

All: We must, we must, we must… Capture the beautiful bird!

           So they all decided to capture this bird and ornament their beautiful village with it. They sent the professional huntsmen and a few of the village men to capture it and bring it back in the best condition, so it can be treated well by the town’s taxidermist. These men traveled for 3 nights to get past 3 forests to find the bird.

After 3 nights and 3 forests they finally found the bird. And they learned that the rumor had not done any justice for the bird. It was indeed the most phenomenal thing.

It was almost celestial; this bird exhumed a color that was the coalescence of every dye in the rainbow, creating luminosity that has never been seen before. Definitive fine feathers patterned its neck, long and smooth; its beak stood elegantly, accenting its face with class. Its talons were sharp, fine and heroic. Its feathers so exotic, and extravagant, when it posed it gave such an endearing presence, it made the huntsmen and the villagers absolutely awe struck; in that instance they became desperate to capture the bird and make it theirs.

The hunter used his fine tools to capture the bird successfully. They wrapped her in a soft, tough net so it won’t ruin her fine feathers, and put her in a carry-box made with soft material to shape her well after death. However, as the hunter tried to finalize his task by striking a poison needle at her, she gave out a loud cry of mercy, and it changed their lives forever.

At that moment, the huntsmen lost his entire urge to strike the bird, and so had the others. Her cry, her voice, was the most melodic, harmonic, exuberant sound they had ever heard.

Hunter: Holy mother of molly do you hear that

Huntsmen A: my mother would’ve lived if she had heard this before she died.

Huntsmen B: I’ve never felt this way before. It’s like my ears are happy...my mind is too!

Huntsmen C:  I’m feeling a little high here.

Villager B: I’m getting goose-bumps. It’s the good kind!

Villager A: It’s like that time we had that spring fashion festival. Gosh those tunics were so beautiful. This bird’s voice is as beautiful as that!

Villager B: It might even be better than that, brother.

Hunter: I don’t want to kill this bird. I want to listen to it all the time.

Villager B: Me to

Villager A: Me to

Villager C: Me three

All: We all do

            So they took the bird with them, alive; and a couple more of them actually. Turned out the bird had a family; a family of beautiful birds with beautiful voices. They would later in the years become the symbol of the village. Once they got back to the village, the rest of the villagers were at first confused as to why they left the bird alive. However once they heard the bird sing, they were all convinced.

And that is how they discovered the art of music. They learned from this bird that beauty does not only exist in aesthetics but it does in many other places. The villagers learned to appreciate this bird’s existence in its entirety.

So this land, made of beautiful things with beautiful people and now the most beautiful bird, became beautiful in a sense less superficial, and more so in a multidimensional way.

Fin