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  • We found a sparrow in our fireplace. He had a broken wing. Mom said we could raise him.

    We bought a cage, bought some seeds, and we named him "Birdy."

    After a month, Birdy smelled. Mom put on rubber gloves and held Birdy under the faucet. Birdy peeped for help.

    After two months, Birdy needed exercise. So Mom tied a string around Birdy's leg and let him fly around the house.

    On Easter, it was time to let Birdy free. So Mom carried the cage to the backyard and opened the wire door.

    Birdy flew away — fairly quickly, in fact. Mom carried the cage back inside, settled it in the kitchen sink and delicately scrubbed each wire with the rough green side of her sponge. Then she went outside and raked leafs as my brother and I played catch with a bright orange Nerf football.
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