Birds like other birds could live in peace without the hunt coming from craft weapons that had not yet been forged. With all this peace and a little explored flora, the birds had a vast quantity and quality of food at the tip of their beaks, and could make use of it as much as they want. But there was one that did not take advantage of it, the Phoenix. The Phoenix warned the other birds that one hour all this abundance could end, they did not mind offended the Phoenix and contradicted it. Phoenix was a common bird and considered "ugly" by the overcrowded, and also very worried that the worst would happen. One day the worst that Phoenix had expected happened. A storm destroyed all the branches along with the fruits that were there, only phoenix had food after all. Gentle as she, she shared her food with the others, so everyone was her friend. Some time later the forest recovered, and those of more birds did not forget what she had done for her. Each bird extracted its most beautiful plumage and gave the Phoenix, turning it into the most beautiful tree in the forest.