Under the Blue Dome

Under the Blue Dome

A little sparrow was very fond of stories, but her mother was too tired and sleepy in the evenings to tell her tales. When the sparrow learned to fly she built a nest elsewhere. The sky told her that she was a blue dome rather than a grey dome and asked her to tell storytellers to correct that sentence when they start their stories and get a prize. The sparrow went to storytellers and learned to be a good storyteller herself, but never got the prize.