AN: I don't really need a disclaimer I guess, because this is my very own
story, made up from my very own weirdo head.
Once upon a time, in a dense, green forest, lived two brother birds. One of the brothers had the sweetest sounding voice in all the land, and many other birds often perched around him to hear his lovely song. The other brother's was not as good, and wasn't exactly one that any animal would want to listen to. "I wish I could sing better than my brother," he often thought to himself, "then I would get all the admiration from all the other birds." One morning, the first brother already woken and chirping his delightful tune, the second brother hopped up to the group of birds surrounding his brother. He listened in to their conversations. A robin was saying to his friend: "I wish I could sing like that." and then his friend said "Did you hear, there is a berry bush with all different colored berries and magical powers in the very center of this wood! If you go to it and speak your wish before eating one of the berries, your wish will be granted!" The robin twittered excitedly with his friend, while the second brother went to tell his brother that he's going to go visit a friend (which of course, he meant the berry bush), and will be back soon. And so the second brother took off to find the berry bush in order to make his voice better than his brother, so all the other birds will crowd around and be jealous of him. He was so excited and in such a hurry to get to this bush that he missed something very important that the robin mentioned: you have to speak the opposite of what you want. If you request exactly what it is you wish, then the wish will come out in reverse and you will be left with it forever. Finally the second brother arrived at the rainbow berry bush and eagerly spoke his wish. "I wish my voice was better than any bird in the world, and that all the other birds would always want to be around me to listen to my tune, and paid no attention to my brother!" And as his last words escaped his beak, he plucked a plump violet berry off the bush. He chewed and swallowed, then opened his beak to sing, and, sure enough, what a horrible sound it was indeed! The poor second brother was struck with shock. When he returned home to his brother, he found that even more birds were surrounding his brother. Never again did the second brother sing, he was too ashamed of his horrible voice, one even worse than the what he had.
Once upon a time, in a dense, green forest, lived two brother birds. One of the brothers had the sweetest sounding voice in all the land, and many other birds often perched around him to hear his lovely song. The other brother's was not as good, and wasn't exactly one that any animal would want to listen to. "I wish I could sing better than my brother," he often thought to himself, "then I would get all the admiration from all the other birds." One morning, the first brother already woken and chirping his delightful tune, the second brother hopped up to the group of birds surrounding his brother. He listened in to their conversations. A robin was saying to his friend: "I wish I could sing like that." and then his friend said "Did you hear, there is a berry bush with all different colored berries and magical powers in the very center of this wood! If you go to it and speak your wish before eating one of the berries, your wish will be granted!" The robin twittered excitedly with his friend, while the second brother went to tell his brother that he's going to go visit a friend (which of course, he meant the berry bush), and will be back soon. And so the second brother took off to find the berry bush in order to make his voice better than his brother, so all the other birds will crowd around and be jealous of him. He was so excited and in such a hurry to get to this bush that he missed something very important that the robin mentioned: you have to speak the opposite of what you want. If you request exactly what it is you wish, then the wish will come out in reverse and you will be left with it forever. Finally the second brother arrived at the rainbow berry bush and eagerly spoke his wish. "I wish my voice was better than any bird in the world, and that all the other birds would always want to be around me to listen to my tune, and paid no attention to my brother!" And as his last words escaped his beak, he plucked a plump violet berry off the bush. He chewed and swallowed, then opened his beak to sing, and, sure enough, what a horrible sound it was indeed! The poor second brother was struck with shock. When he returned home to his brother, he found that even more birds were surrounding his brother. Never again did the second brother sing, he was too ashamed of his horrible voice, one even worse than the what he had.