The week passed quickly and efficiently. Most birds were extremely happy with the fact that instead of being punished, they got to throw a party. The pigs in Huntress's group left for their week of training on Snake Bite Island, where the rest of the Resistance was hiding. Huntress, who didn't need to be trained, was staying at Matilda's house, and she told Matilda that to repay her kindness, she'll teach Martial Arts classes, for birds of all ages. Matilda was all but too happy to agree.

Red decided that he and his whole group should sign up, and Huntress gave them a special time.

The team found themselves waiting outside, and through the one way glass, saw Huntress carefully and thoroughly explain certain moves to hatchlings, and if they had a tough time, she would help them on a personal level. They all loved her, and she appeared to love them back.

"Goodbye children, and have a good night!" She told them playfully after letting them out. "Hm, it looks like some of your parents aren't here yet... what should we do?"

"Tell us a story," they chirped. "Please, Ms. Huntress?"

"Okay, but call me..." Huntress thought for a moment, then her eyes hazed. "Ms. Take."

"OK, now can you tell us a story?" They pleaded, eyes wide. "Pretty please, Ms. Hun- Ms. Take?"

"Alright, here it goes!" She said and closed her eyes, and sat Indian.

"A long time ago during the reign of the Tokagawa Shogunate a samurai set out on an errand.

Precisely one year ago to the day he had lent 10 koku to a fisherman in a small coastal village nearby, and today was the day the fisherman had promised he would repay the debt. The samurai arrived in the village at noon and upon inquiring at the fisherman's home he was told by the fisherman's wife that he would find the man down at his boat working on his nets. Upon seeing the samurai coming up the beach the fisherman threw himself to the ground and bowed his head to the sand.

"Get up," said the samurai, "As agreed it has been one year and I have come to collect the money you owe me."

"I have not forgotten my debt to you," said the fisherman, who now stood but with his head still bowed, "but it has been a very bad year for me and I regret that I do not have the money I owe you."

Hearing this the samurai, who was not a man known for his patience, flushed with anger and quickly drew his sword, preparing to kill the fisherman then and there.

"Why should I not simply slay you instead?" shouted the samurai as he raised the deadly blade above his head. Fearing that his life was at and end and having nothing to lose the fisherman boldly spoke out.

"For some time now I have been studying martial arts," he replied, "and one of the lessons that my master teaches, is never to strike when you are angry."

"I beg you," added the fisherman, "give me one more year to pay you what I owe."

Thinking about what the fisherman had just said the samurai slowly lowered his sword.

"Your master is wise," said the samurai, "as a student of the art of the sword I too have heard that lesson many times, but sometimes I get so angry I act without thinking." Putting away his sword the samurai spoke in a voice that was used to being obeyed.

"You shall have another year to repay your debt to me," he said, "but when I return if you do not have all the money you owe me I shall not hesitate to take your life instead." and without another word he turned and walked away.

Having left the village later than he intended to it was already dark by the time the samurai arrived home. Seeing no lights on in the house he crept in quietly not wishing to wake the servants or his wife. As he entered his bed chamber he notice that there were two persons lying on his futon, one he recognized as his wife and the other from their clothing was unmistakably another samurai.

Swiftly he drew his sword and as his anger quickly grew he moved in to slay them both. Just then, as he was about to strike, the fisherman's words came back to him, "never strike when you are angry." This time I shall follow the lesson he thought to himself, pausing he took a deep breath and tried to relax, then on purpose he made a loud noise. Hearing the sound both his wife and the stranger immediately woke up and when his wife had lit a candle he found himself face to face with his wife and his mother who had dressed up in his clothes and another set of swords.

"What is the meaning of this," he demanded, "I almost slew you both." His wife quickly explained that when he had not returned by night fall they decided to dress his mother up in his clothes so that in the event that an intruder entered the home they would be frightened off at the sight of a samurai in the house.

A that moment the samurai realized that his habit of "striking without thinking" had almost cost him the life of his wife and his mother. One year later the samurai again walked down the same beach towards the fisherman. After exchanging the proper formal greetings the fisherman said, "It has been an excellent year my Lord, here is all the money I owe you as promised, and with interest."

"Keep your money," replied the samurai, "You do not know it, but your debt was paid to me long ago."

The end."

Huntress looked up, and was surprised to see that the hatchlings' parents were also listening, with their children sitting on their laps, all having been entranced by her tale. She smiled.

"Does anyone know the moral of the story?" She asked kindly. "The Moral of the Story is:

Never act on emotion alone - If you act, withhold your anger, if your anger goes forth, withhold your action."

The parents nodded, and the kids had little glowing smiles on.

"Yes, Ms. Take!" They said in unison. "Thank you!"

Huntress seemed startled by the term of gratitude, but shook it off.

"You're quite welcome, my dears," she said with a smile again.

A short time later one of the Sammy, who came to pick up the Blues, came up to Huntress.

"Can I help you, Madame?" She asked with a bow of the head.

"Oh, no," the teal bird said, holding her cousins and smiling. "I just wanted to say that you have such a way with children!"

"Thank you, Madame," Huntress replied softly, patting the Jim's head gently. "I just treat them the way I would have liked."

"I hope you can join us for dinner sometime," Sammy added. The triplets looked ecstatic.

"I'll see," the silver bird replied. "I have another class to teach, so if I don't see you later, I wish you a good night."

"You too," Sammy smiled. "Sleep well!"

With that, she turned and left with a smile.

"Ms. Take?" Chuck asked with a smirk, making Huntress jump. She glared at him. "Where'd that come from?"

"Put it together, nitwit," Red said, gently hitting the back of his yellow friend's head. The canary's smirk faded.

"Oh."