In the heart of Lithuania’s lush wetlands and sleepy villages, where the Nemunas River curls like a silver ribbon through the meadows, begins the gentle, feather-raising tale of Storulis — a young white stork with one clumsy leg and an unshakable sense of wonder. The Story So Far Storulis isn’t like the other storks. While his siblings practice perfect landings on the chimney tops and debate the quickest route to Africa, Storulis spends his days gazing at the world below — the busy ants, the bickering frogs, and the lonely scarecrow who always waves at him. His nest, perched high on a creaky oak tree, is his castle. But one stormy August evening, when a mischievous gust of wind snaps a twig loose, Storulis tumbles out of his comfort zone — literally.