Ink Pen Magic

So my wonderful mother Gnome, bought me an awesome ink pen! You know, the kind you have to dip in a little jar of ink. And I wrote a story with it. Please tell me you get it. I've had many disappointments so far. 

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young girl who lived in a blazing forest. Everyday, she went outside, and sang to the birds. Unfortunately, she had an awful singing voice, but the birds always sang back marvelously as they could. For they were always happy to see her. One day, while the girl was singing she heard a beautiful song bird, crowing in the forest. She had never heard such a beautiful sound. So she searched through the trees, seeking out the song bird. What she found, was a horribly ugly scavenger bird, with a bald head and grey feathers. She refused to believe that such a creature could make such a sound. "Eh!" She cried in disgrace, and kicked the ugly thing. It stopped singing, and stared up at her with sad eyes. She went back to her cottage, feeling disappointed. She began to sing, listening for the birds usual reply. But she heard nothing. The birds never sang to her again.

Gnome thinks it's to sad. Like I said, she doesn't understand. The idea is that the other birds are sticking up for the poor little scavenger. They don't let him down. I thought it was nice. Maybe it's just me though...