The Story
The Nest on the Narrow Bridge.
Over a little brook there stood an old stone footbridge, so narrow that only one person could cross at a time. It had one straight post on the near bank and a single round arch curving over to the far side.
One spring a little brown bird came looking for somewhere safe to build her nest. "Not in the meadow," she said, "the cows will tread on it. Not in the reeds, the water will rise."
At last she came to the narrow bridge. Ivy grew thick over the stones, and right at the top of the straight post there was a little nook. "Nnn," hummed the bird happily, "this is the place."
She built her nest and laid three blue eggs. Every day the children crossed the narrow bridge on their way to school, quietly, nose to toes, so as not to frighten her. "Nnn," she hummed to them as they passed.
When the eggs hatched, the children cheered, and the baby birds learned to fly in loops over the arch of the bridge. Up the post and over the arch, up and over, the same shape every time: n.