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Then the white bear jumped on the fire with 

 his wet feet. 



He thought that he had put it out. 



But a gray robin flying near knew better. 



She flew down and searched until she found 

 a tiny spark. 



She fanned it with her wings. 



Her little breast was burned. 



But she did not give up. 



At last there was a fine blaze. 



Then she carried the fire to every one in the 

 Sorth. 



The white bear went to his cave. 



He growled and growled. 



For now he knew that the North was not for 

 him alone. 



And this is the reason that all northern people 

 love the robin. 



BIRD TRAVELLERS 

 travellers hurry remembers 



, What birds have we seen every month this 

 year? 



The sparrows and the crows, to be sure. 



