In a certain household there lived a parrot named Kesha. He was very handsome: a green breast, a little yellow head, tiny black feathers, a large grey beak and little black bead-like eyes.
His owners nicknamed him Kesha the Grump: no matter what they did, he disliked it all. Either the seeds tasted unpleasant, or the swing was too small, or the blanket on the cage was cold, or the bell was too quiet…
One fine morning the owners let the grumpy parrot out onto the balcony to fly about and stretch his wings, whilst they themselves racked their brains trying to work out how to reform the bird. They decided to hide everything that was in the cage: the house, toys, food…
The parrot flew into the room and started his discontented song again:
The balcony is cold and the rope is strung poorly.
The owners went out onto the balcony, and there the sun was smiling with its bright rays and giving warmth. They were once again convinced that the bird was simply being difficult and went to the kitchen for lunch.
Kesha's appetite had also been stirred, so he flew into his beautiful large cage, but it was empty! There were no bowls with seeds, no swings, no house, no mirror and none of his beloved toys either.
The parrot was surprised and became sad. He began to remember how much he had liked his food, the mirror in which he admired his beauty, his favourite toys.
After thinking it through properly, Kesha decided to ask his family for forgiveness, for they truly loved him very much.
The owners forgave the parrot, and he never grumbled again and appreciated what he had.
