The clouds were dense and dark as rain fell softly in the forest. Under the boughs of a great oak tree, a Robin huddled, keeping dry. As night fell, the Robin heard a small cry. Nearby in the brush, a baby squirrel had fallen from its nest.
Though hungry and cold, the Robin flew to aid the squirrel. Gently grasping the squirrel in its beak, the Robin returned it to the high branches of the oak. Upon delivering the squirrel, the Robin heard a chorus of thanks from the squirrel family above.
Suddenly, the rain cleared and the clouds parted. Moonlight shone down, illuminating a tiny rainbow stretched across the treetops. The Robin sang merrily, glad to have helped a friend in need. And from that night on, wherever the Robin went in the forest, squirrels would chitter a greeting.
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