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One morning a little city sparrow who had in some way hurt his wing,
fell from his home in a tree down to the sidewalk. Many people were
passing, and the poor little creature fluttered and tumbled about
trying to get out of the way. His cries brought other sparrows
around him, and soon it seemed as if all the sparrows in that part
of the city had come to see what was the matter, and offer their
help.
Presently two of the sparrows tried to lift the poor, lame fellow by
seizing his wings in their bills, but that plan would not work. Then
the whole flock began to chatter at a great rate, and at last they
flew away. Soon one came back with a twig about five inches long.
This he dropped before the lame bird, and then two of the sparrows
took hold of it with their bills, and held it so that the lame one
could catch hold of the middle with his bill. This the little fellow
did, and as soon as he had a firm hold the other two flew away with
him between them, over the fence into the park, and then into the
woodbine, which covered a great oak that stood there. Here the flock
of friends followed, twittering and chirping with great joy, nor did
they go away until they were certain the little cripple was well
taken care of.
The Crippled Sparrow
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen
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