The bird of the museum.

It was on a windy night when I was succouring the area when I head a high pitch scream ; I hurried to get there it was a little bird and he was hurt : someone must of sabotaged it’s flight. I ran to the helpless bird to help it. I bought it some food to help it get back to full health and let it go “How you may ask ? ” you may of said.

I made it a home and it didn’t want to leave. Soon I let it go and I will not forget that day again. I heard a clatter on the roof…



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