I asked my grandpa Spruce about his past and he said "my pup, please rest.
My homeland was a place very far to our North and West."
He wrapped his wings around me and drew me closer to his chest.
"Why did you leave?" I asked, "Getting here was not an easy quest.
Child, let me tell you why in a way a pup your age can digest.
Should you face that problem here, have these words to which I attest."
And he said "My people are not parasites and I am not a pest."
"It is hard to contain a people blessed with the power of flight.
But in that place we heard things that filled us all with fright.
Since we are a species swift as the wind but of little might,
We knew we couldn't go to the leader looking for a fight
So we left it all behind and fled into the night.
To portray demons with our features, we knew it wasn't right.
We soon decided it was best to flee from their sight."
"What of those of our people whose species can't fly?"
I asked and Spruce just looked at me and let out a sigh.
I am not sure why, but he began to cry
"Not now," he said, "I am not going to lie."
"But when you are older, then I will tell you why.
Here, we are free as all others who can roam the sky.
So spread your wings and show the world not only you can, but how high."
