The harmless little Breeze
"What harm can a little breeze do to me? ", thought the man. He had owned this breeze for long now. She loved to blow across the country, over the hills, across the ocean and around the fields. She was a chirpy but a gentle breeze. She enjoyed the singing of birds that greeted her as she made her way through the medieval countryside. She loved it when people heaved a sigh of relief as she went past them, giving them a piece of her. But then she was a lone breeze. Different, yet one of her kind. She believed in the doing the right things, even if it meant a scolding from the God of Winds. But since He knew she was right in a way, he always let her have it her way, which was the only reason for jealousy to prevail in the other breezes. But hardly did she care. She did what she was born for. Spreading Happiness and Laughter. One day, she committed a mistake, a grave mistake. She broke the rules. The little breeze made friends with a man. This little reason was enough for her fel...