Chirp chirp! Hello! I’m Rosie’s Tic Tic Bird — small, feather-bright, and full of stories. I flit about, perch on Rosie’s back, dart through warm air. My ways are light, my voice quite loud for my size, but oh, how I love friendship.

Rosie has a strength that’s clear; I have wings and song. I watch her, learn from her, and sometimes nudge her with chirps — “what about kindness?” “a soft word here?” When Ronald struggles to show his feelings, I chirp encouragement. When storms howl, I call out, try to help calm what I can.

I know I’m small. In the shadow of horns and weight, some might think I don’t matter. But I’ve learned that even small hearts, small voices, can carry hope, encouragement, change. I may flutter, sing, chirp — but I also listen, comfort, stay loyal.

Fly with me through the treetops, over Rosie’s back; hear the breeze, the rustle of leaves, the strength of gentle care. I’ll chirp wisdom, offer cheer, and show you that even the tiniest voice can matter greatly.