后羿射日1

The glowing sunbird fluffed its feathers and sang a song of morning. It spread its wings, sending sparks shooting like fireworks.

Then it took flight. It was both sun and sunbird at once, bringing daylight to the world.

The nine other sunbirds watched their brother, and squawked, and seethed. They burned with envy.

When would they finally get their turns to fly? In nine days? In three days? It was too hard to wait!

The nine remaining sunbirds fumed.

They shifted uncomfortably in the burnt tree in the middle of the Taklimakan Desert. They were jealous. They were bored.