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doors where the sparrows and other 

 birds seemed to be having so good a 

 time. Of course, I watched them and 

 was very much interested in them. I 

 used to fairly long to fly as they did, 

 and as they skimmed through the air I 

 would stretch out my legs and wings 

 and try to imitate them with all my 

 might and main. Yet it was no use. 

 My bad wing did not get strong, and it 

 would not hold me up. Then Fessor 

 would put me down on the ground near 

 where a lot of sparrows would be peck- 

 ing and chattering away on the road, 

 and I felt that he wanted me to make 

 friends with them. So I hopped 

 toward them as fast as I could, and I 

 chirped, and cheeped, and twittered, but, 

 strange to say, never a one of them paid 

 the slightest attention to me. They 



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