A hungry sparrow, looking for food, spots a grain of rice. The grain, though within sight, is out of reach for her. She flies around, asking for help. She faces many refusals, including those by a king and a snake. What happens when someone finally decides to help her? Does she get what she wants?
Read this story, based on a folktale the author heard as a child, to find out.
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