Once upon a time, there was a painter who loved to fly. He had a big, hard brush that he used to paint pretty pictures in the sky. One day, while he was flying, he saw a little bird. The bird looked sad.
"Hi, little bird," said the painter. "Why are you sad?"
"I can't fly high like you," said the little bird. "I want to see the pretty pictures too."
The painter wanted to help the little bird. He thought very hard. Then he had an idea. He would use his big, hard brush to paint wings on the little bird.
The little bird was so happy. He tried to fly high with his new wings. But the wings were too heavy. The little bird fell down and could not fly again. The painter was sad too. He learned that sometimes, trying to help can make things worse.
