High above the colorful stalls of Willowvine’s jungle bazaar, nestled in the tallest kapok tree, perched a parrot unlike any other. His name was Pablo, and his feathers glistened like sunlight on water, brilliant greens, deep blues, and shimmering golds.

But what truly made Pablo special wasn’t his dazzling appearance, it was his voice. Pablo didn’t just mimic sounds or repeat what he heard. He spoke, and every word he said seemed to come true.

“Rain tomorrow,” he’d chirp, and by morning, the jungle would be soaked. “Don’t take the rocky path,” he’d warn, and sure enough, a landslide would tumble down. “Banana sale soon,” he’d squawk, and suddenly, bananas were half price!

Soon, the animals began calling him Pablo the Prophetic, and creatures came from all corners of the jungle just to hear what he might say next.

A Storm, a Secret, and a Surprising Flight

Days later, Pablo warned, “A great storm is coming and someone must fly beyond the cliffs to save the bazaar.” The animals panicked. “Beyond the cliffs? No one ever goes there!” said Rafi the raccoon.

But Pablo fluffed his feathers. “I must go. I saw it in a dream. There's a hidden switch on the Windstone Peak that will raise the storm shutters.” As the skies darkened, Pablo soared high above the jungle, battling gusts and lightning bolts. With a final flap, he reached the ancient cliff, nestled among stormy clouds.

There, carved into the rock, was the switch. With his beak, Pablo pecked it, and far below, giant canopies rose over the bazaar, protecting it just in time.