The Sunspire little star

Whatever were Ibis's thoughts on the matter of hearing a story, she sounded pretty excited about the prospect. Which was a good thing. Now with kids this small Wraen would not be able to retell all the amazing deeds of brave knights and dragons, and complex magic, but something more simple would have to do. Preferably, if the kid could play along. 

"So - I will tell you about, how nightingale learned her song," she said. "On the day, when the Old God of the Forest gave all birds their songs, the little nightingale had slept in and arrived very last. And by that time the God had handed them all away and, though he was a little angry for the bird to come late, he felt sorry for it as well. Therefore he said: "I give you the gift to learn and a good memory. You have to find your own song in the world."

"So, the little bird took off and the first he met were a flock of sparrows in a meadow. He joined them and listened to their singing, which went like this: "Chip-chip-cher-eeeep aaa-uf! Af-af-af-af-aroooo!" transcribing actual bird songs was more difficult in theory, but so much easier for otherwise unmusical Wraen to immitate. "And the bird thought for a bit, memorized and repeated it as well," here she paused and looked down at the kid. 

"Try to repeat as well - Chip-chip-cher-eeeep aaa-uf! Af-af-af-af-aroooo!"

Just for reference, not to imply that Wraen perfectly imitated a bird. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkOnpk8Wmow