One morning, I woke up and something strange happened. I could hear birds outside my window—not just their sounds, but real words.
“Wake up, sleepy human,” a small bird chirped.
I sat up in bed. “Did you just speak?”
“Yes! You can understand us today. Don’t waste time!” the bird said.
I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t want to waste this chance. I quickly got dressed and ran outside. A dog walking with its owner barked at me.
“Hello! Can you hear me?”
“Yes,” I said, surprised.
“Wow! You’re lucky. I have so much to say. Humans never listen!”
I laughed. “What do animals think of humans?”
The dog wagged its tail. “Some of you are kind. Some are not. But we still love you.”
Next, I went to the park. I sat on a bench and watched the animals around me. A squirrel ran up and said, “Hey, you have the gift today?”
“Yes! It’s amazing.”
“Then listen carefully,” the squirrel said. “We animals talk all the time. But humans never understand.”
Birds flew down and joined us. One said, “Please tell people not to cut down so many trees. We need homes too.”
Later, I saw a group of ants near a tree. They were carrying food and talking fast.
“Go left! No, go right!” said one ant. “We need to bring this back to the nest before it rains.”
Even the smallest animals had busy lives and plans.
In the afternoon, I visited an animal shelter. A small puppy looked at me with big, sad eyes.
“Do you think someone will take me home?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “You’re sweet and kind. I’ll help you.”
The cats were more confident.
“That dog over there snores too loud,” one cat said.
“I wish I had a big window to sleep by,” said another.
I smiled. Animals had their own wishes and problems, just like us.
In the evening, I went to the forest. A tall, quiet deer walked toward me.
“You ask good questions,” she said gently. “But don’t forget to listen.”
“I’m trying,” I said.
She told me how the forest was getting smaller, and how it was harder to find food.
“Tell your people to protect nature,” she said. “You can help.”
The sun began to go down. The sky turned orange. I felt both happy and sad. I had learned so much, but I knew this gift would end soon.
As I walked home, the same little bird from the morning flew down.
“Had a good day?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “It changed how I see the world.”
“Well, it’s time to say goodbye,” he said, and flew away.
Suddenly, everything changed. The voices were gone. I could still hear animals, but now they were just sounds again—chirps, barks, and meows.
But inside, I was different.
That night, I wrote in my notebook:
“I spoke to animals today. They were kind, funny, smart, and worried. They want our help. I will listen more. I will care more. I will speak for them.”
Even if I could no longer talk to them, I could still understand them—with my heart.