he branch he sat on was creaking under his weight, but he didnt seem to notice or care. He was shouting about being angry at his brother. I stood by the trunk and cried and begged him to come down, but he wouldnt listen.

I will not come down until Gregoris has apologised to you! he insisted. There were two birds in the tree with my grandfather, one on each side of him. One of the birds was a dove, the other some sort of bird of prey, like a hawk or a falcon.

If you wont come down, will you at least save the dove? And look out for the other bird! I cried out. Just as my grandfather reached out to the dove, the branch snapped