PERSONAL NARRATIVES

A traveler happened upon a small bird lying on its back in the road, its tiny claws pointing skyward.

“Little sparrow,” said the traveler, “what are you doing?”

“I have heard that the sky is going to fall,” replied the bird.

“And you expect that your spindly legs will prevent this?”

The little brown bird was silent for a moment, and then it answered:

“One does what one can.”