Somewhere in the winding woods of the Andaman Islands, lived a family of Canary birds. Happy, lively and exploring as they always were, this family decided on June 12, 2112 to fly to the forests of Gujarat, India for a summer outing. When in Bhooda forest, the birds mingled with other birds like the Mynah, the Peacock and his other half, the Indian Bustard and many others. They became best buddies. The friends of the Canary family helped them pick up twigs and small pieces of branches to build a comfortable nest for their 3 month stay at the forest. The Canary family was delighted at the hospitality of the Bhooda residents. They expected to see beautiful sights up north. But what they gained was an experience of their lifetime. It was a tradition of Grandpa Canary to sing to Master Canary Jr. (his grandson) and Miss Canary Jr. (his granddaughter) each night to put them to bed; er… well… put them to nest. Anyways, Grandpa Canary was singing at night, once their nest was prepared. To his...
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