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Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog: "The Legend of the Goldfinch, or how the Goldfinch got his colours.

Here is a Beautiful Sunday Story all the way from Poland

Little BirdThe Legend of the GoldfinchLittle Bird

When God the Father made our world and covered the ground with lovely carpets of flowers, and made trees to grow into the wonderful temples of forests. He wanted the temples to be filled with music, so He made the birds.

He made them big and small and gave them different shapes, and when they were all finished He told them to get into a long line so that they could be painted. So all the big birds stood first and all the little ones were at the end. Phew, it was such a long line. And there, among the small birds, was one that was very lively - we call him a Goldfinch today. He chirped and hopped and moved to and fro, and could not keep in the line. There was still such a long line of birds to be painted before his turn came.

'I must try my wings for a while; it is so tiring to stand and wait, ' thought the little bird; and he spread his wings When God made our world, He made it so Beautiful.and up he flew, up to the little clouds that looked so white and fluffy against the deep blue background of the sky.

He looked down; how beautiful the world was in its new, fresh loveliness! He flew from tree to tree and meadow to meadow and hill to hill, singing with joy and fluttering in the sunshine. He was so happy in this wonderful world. Suddenly he remembered his coat had not been painted and that he had been away for such a long time. He must hurry back. So he flew as fast as he could, and at last he could see the meadow where the long line of birds had been. But now there were no birds to be seen at all.

God had finished his work, and He had packed away his paints and brushes and So God took all the little bits of colour....was washing his hands. The little Goldfinch sat on a tree and sobbed. God heard him weeping and asked what was the matter. So the Goldfinch told how he had flown away to see the beautiful world, and how he was too late to have his coat painted.

'God saw that he was really sorry, so He said 'Come, and I will see what I can do.'

So, joyfully, the Goldfinch flew to Him. The colours had all been put away, but there were still many little bits of paint on the palette; so God took all the many little scraps and made of them the wonderful coat of many colours that the Goldfinch wears to this day...

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