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So that was the end of him, and the Sparrow ate all the khichrî. So the Crow began to light the fire, and blow the bellows, but in so doing he fell right in-to-the-very-middle-of-the- fire, and was burnt! ‘With pleasure,’ said the Blacksmith, ‘if you will light the fire and blow the bellows.’ So the Crow went to the Blacksmith, and said- A visionary work that combines speculative fiction with deep philosophical inquiry, The Sparrow tells the story of a charismatic Jesuit priest and linguist, Emilio Sandoz, who leads a scientific mission entrusted with a profound task: To make first contact with intelligent extraterrestrial life. Then you can cut me, for who ever heard of Grass cutting itself?’ So the Crow flew to some Grass, and said-īut the Grass said, ‘Certainly I will give you Grass but first you must go to the Blacksmith, and ask him to make you a sickle. So the Crow flew off to the Cow, and said-īut the Cow said, ‘Certainly I will give you milk, only first you must bring me some Grass for who ever heard of a cow giving milk without grass?’ The Sparrow is a novel about a remarkable man, a living saint, a life-long celibate and Jesuit priest, who undergoes an experience so harrowing and profound that it makes him question the existence of God. Then I shall grow fat, and not mind the pain of breaking my horn.’ Then with it you can dig a nice little rill for the water to flow in clean and fresh.’īut the Deer said, ‘Certainly I will give you a horn but first you must go to the Cow, and ask her to give you some milk for me to drink. The Crow, though a little huffy at being called dirty, deemed it best to comply, for he knew what a determined little person the Sparrow was so he went to the Pond, and said-īut the Pond said, ‘Certainly I will give you water but first you must go to the Deer, and beg him to lend you a horn. The Sparrow Project focuses on personal growth and empowerment for youth and adults through drama therapy techniques as well as group and individual guided. For goodness gracious sake, go and wash in the Pond first.’ ‘Your body is quite black, and your head looks as if it were covered with ashes.

‘Who ever heard of any one sitting down to dinner so dirty as you are?’ quoth the Sparrow scornfully.

A sparrow and a crow once agreed to have khichrî for dinner. So the Sparrow brought rice, and the Crow brought lentils, and the Sparrow was cook, and when the khichrî was ready, the Crow