The Little Airplane and the Rainbow Bridge for Birds

One bright and sunny day, the little airplane Wintik flew over the Forest Edge, enjoying the beauty of nature. His wings sparkled in the sunlight, and he felt full of energy and joy. Wintik loved flying and helping everyone who needed his support.

That day, he noticed something unusual. As he flew over Rainbow Creek, Wintik saw a group of small birds anxiously fluttering near the bank, trying to find a way across the rushing water. The creek was especially full after the rain, and its current was so strong that the birds were afraid to cross to the other side.

Wintik sensed their worry and decided to fly closer to see what was wrong.

— Hello, little birds! Why aren’t you flying across the creek? — asked Wintik, approaching the flock.

One of the birds, a little chickadee named Grey Feather, sighed and replied:

— Oh, Wintik, we’re afraid to fly across the creek. The water is too fast, and the wind is strong. If one of us falls into the current, we’ll be swept away! We don’t know how to get to the other side to reach our home.

Wintik thought about it. He understood that the creek had become a dangerous obstacle for the little birds, and he felt that he should help his friends. He looked around and noticed a light mist rising over the creek, creating a magical atmosphere.

Then Wintik had an idea. He decided to create a rainbow bridge for the birds so that they could safely cross the creek without risking falling into the water.

— Birds, I have a plan! I’ll create a rainbow bridge for you to cross to the other side, — Wintik said confidently, his eyes shining with inspiration.

At first, the birds didn’t quite understand how Wintik was going to do this, but their trust in the little airplane was stronger than their doubts. They watched as he rose higher and began flying back and forth over the creek, spraying fine droplets of water from his wings. Wintik, using his skill and agility, turned toward the sun’s rays so that a bright rainbow began to appear in the mist.

Gradually, a full, colorful rainbow stretched over the rushing creek. It sparkled and shone with every color, as if inviting the little birds to cross.

— Oh, look! It’s a real rainbow! — Grey Feather chirped happily.

Bravely, the birds began to cross the rainbow bridge, flitting from one color to the next. Wintik flew beside them, encouraging them and assuring them that everything would be fine. He watched each bird carefully, ready to help if anyone got scared or stumbled.

When the last bird crossed the rainbow and reached the other bank, the flock cheerfully flapped their wings and chirped around Wintik in gratitude.

— Thank you, Wintik! You’re a true friend and a magician! Now we know we can always rely on you, — said Grey Feather, glowing with joy.

Wintik smiled at his little friends and replied:

— It’s always a pleasure to help you. Friends should support each other, especially in tough times!

Since then, Rainbow Creek became a place where birds often gathered, remembering their special adventure. And Wintik knew that his help would always be needed, as he was a friend to all the inhabitants of the Forest Edge.