There once was a heron, white as milk whose name was Missova. She lived in a dark green forest with a nearby pasture during the Civil War. Missova had been drinking from the river in the pasture when she suddenly heard a sharp but soft cry” Help! Help! I can’t swim!” Missova swiftly flew over to where she had heard the sound. When she arrived, she noticed a small ant struggling to stay aloft in the rushing river. Missova cleverly plucked a blade of grass and told the small ant “ Here grab on so I can pull you ashore.” Coughing and spluttering the ant grabbed on to the blade of grass while Missova drew him out. “ Are you ok” Missova stated sympathetically. “ Yes!” cried the ant ” Yes, thank you so much. Without your help I would
