A crow

A crow

Long long ago, one day in Spring a crow lent much money to the Sun, who didn’t return it even after the deadline.
She said to him,
“Mr. Sun. Why don’t you return the money I lent you?”
“Don’t be in such a hurry. I’ll be sure to return to you.” said the Sun, hiding in a cloud.
On an Autumn day, she went to the Sun again,
“Mr. Sun. Why don’t you return the money I lent you?”
“Don’t be in such a hurry. I’ll be sure to return to you.” said the Sun, hiding in a rain.
Winter came when we had much snow and cold wind.
She remained still in the nest.
At last she used up her money.
Spring came when we had many flowers and warm wind.
She flew up to the Sun in the sky.
“Mr. Sun. Why don’t you return the money I lent you?”
As he didn’t return the money to her, she kept on flying high in the sky, saying,

“Return the money. Return the money.”
Even now in Spring she keeps on saying to the Sun high in the sky,

“Return the money. Return the money.”
“Return the money. Return the money.”
The Sun hasn’t returned the money to her yet.

The end