little bird

Today I saw a little bird that looked like it had been run over by a car many hours before and was literally turning to ice, hopping along on one leg. My first thought was to find a flat surface to scoop the bird up with and set it out of the sidewalk so it would die in a more peaceful place, but I didn't do it- I'm kind of scared of birds. I stared, walked past it slowly, looked back, then continued while another man saw my interest and came to pick the bird up, with no gloves! That guy ended the bird's life with his bare hands. How can it be that I would have thought the best thing to do is let the bird suffer in a quieter place? (and I couldn't even do that)

A coincidental bird fable. 20 minutes later at the Kindergarten, a sad fable was read about children who wouldn't bring their thirsty mother water. The mother beckoned and beckoned but the children were complaining and not listening. So, the mother grew wings, turned into a bird and flew far away where she could drink as much water she wanted. The moral of the story was undoubtedly, "listen to your mother".

Ever since I've been thinking about... what I think might be irony.