Years ago, there was a little bird named Casty. He was1 and curious about everything around him. As usual, after searching for2 , he lay on the largest pine tree in the forest, satisfied but also tired. His eyelids began to move3 as he needed a break. Suddenly, there was warm and gentle wind blowing through his feathers with the sweet smell of roses, 4 every dust from his body and his tiredness. Casty lost himself in it.
"I5 have fallen in love, " he repeated excitedly. "There is nothing better than her in the world. I cannot live without her. " With this realization, Casty began his journey to find his cute lover, the6 .
Although Casty did not know what she looked like, he put forth great7 to find her. Finally, he stopped on a mountain. "Wind is coming, " the little flower on the ground shouted. Surprised and expectant, Casty responded, "I can't8 !" The wind finally came, but she was not the wind Casty liked -too9 , like freezing dragons.
"No, she is not my wind, my dear Miss Wind, " he flew away in disappointment.
10 flew by, and Casty became an old bird. One day, he fell asleep on his journey to find his lover and had a sweet dream. . .
