Rohan thought for a moment. He could wish for wealth, a grand house, or power over others. But instead, he said, “I wish that no child in my village ever goes to bed hungry again.”
The earth trembled. Water and grain burst forth — more abundant than before. But this time, the well had a new rule: it would only give to those who gave first to others.
The bird, which was no ordinary creature but a magical forest spirit named Perizaad, was moved by his compassion. When her wing healed, she said, “Rohan, you did not know I could speak or grant wishes. Yet you helped me without expecting anything in return. For this, I will grant you one wish.”
In a small village nestled between two great mountains, there lived a poor but kind-hearted woodcutter named Rohan. One day, while searching for firewood, he found a wounded bird with shimmering golden feathers. Instead of capturing it for profit, Rohan tore a strip from his own worn shirt, gently bandaged its wing, and fed it a few crumbs of his last piece of bread.
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