The Adventures of Tommy Titmouse 
of them to go on like that. He told 
them so too, but they didn’t care; and 
sometimes his uncle, the great tit, would 
come and drive him off and eat it nearly 
all himself, and then he knew he had to 
go without making too much fuss about 
it. Because once he had seen his uncle 
split open a little bird’s head, and eat its 
brains, when they had a little difference 
of opinion. He wished he was big 
enough and strong enough to do the 
same. Wouldn't he do it, that’s all! 
As it was, I am sorry to say that 
when he found, as he did sometimes, a 
little ball of feathers lying on the ground 
still and cold and stiff, where some little 
bird had perished with cold and hunger, » 
he would fly down, not to cover it over 
with leaves and bury it—oh, no! but 
to eat it. 
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