You get up. You sing. You eat worms. How hard can it be? Well, for one misfit little Cardinal - fitting in just isn't in the feathers. Kicked out of his own nest and alone in the night our hero asks the only question any of us would in that moment: "Does anyone want to sing with me?" Not a peep. Then came a voice from a place not so near. It was soft and brilliant, sweet and clear. Why it was the moon and just look how she glowed. All at once, the...