4 The Story of Scraggles 



raggedy and scraggedy and looked for 

 all the world as if they were moth-eaten. 

 So in bird language my father and 

 mother and the others all called me 

 Scraggles, and they treated me as if 

 they felt I was Scraggles of no use or 

 beauty, and therefore worth " nothing to 

 nobody." 



But in spite of this, I was ill-prepared 

 for the awful fate that came to me one 

 day. My brother and sister had already 

 tried their wings pretty well, and had 

 flown quite a distance, and father and 

 mother were pleased with their progress. 

 Then they came to me and urged me to 

 climb up to the edge of the nest. When 

 I did so, my father came behind me, 

 gave me a sudden push, and over I went. 

 Down, down I fell, through the branches 

 of the tree, fluttering my wings as well 



