A flycatcher was wearing a long face, perching on a twig. A mother sparrow and her young saw the flycatcher and asked,
“Flycatcher, what’s wrong with you?”
“I’m worried about when I’ll be shot by a hunter. I’m too afraid to live.”
Hearing this, the baby sparrow asked the mother sparrow with much anxiety,
“Mom, what if we too are shot by a hunter? Aren’t you worried?”
“Worries cannot rid us of dangers.”
“What do I have to do when I have worries to deal with, then?”
“Spread your wings. Flying birds have no time to worry.”
Following the mother sparrow soaring up in the sky, the baby sparrow flapped its wings hard. Then there was a gunshot. And a bird fell onto the ground. It was the flycatcher they had just met on the twig.