On the way lie met a bluebird. 

 "Come and play with, me, 



bluebird," he said. 

 "I can not play to-day," said the 



bluebird. 

 "I play and sing when the sun 



is shining. 

 Now it is raining. 

 I am flying to my nest. 

 I am going home to my mother. 

 Good day, little boy." 

 The boy looked at the bluebird 



flying away. 

 "He is glad to go home," he said. 

 "It is raining. 

 The day is over. 



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