And the chickadee told the dove:
I was standing on a branch of a fir tree when it started to snow. Not a storm, no, just like a dream, gently, without violence. I had nothing better to do, so I started counting the flakes falling on the branch where I was standing.
3,751,952 fell. When the 3,751,953th fell on the branch – nothing but nothing, as you said – it broke.
With that, the chickadee flew away.
The dove, an authority on peace since the time of a certain Noah, thinks for a moment and finally says to himself: Maybe all we need is one person to turn the world upside down and make it a peaceful place!