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little Phoebes singing happily m the trees 

 by the Lake of Wyndygoul. 



But the Blue Jay came around again 

 two days later, and he called only at the 

 rock nest. He looked out of his right 

 eye, and then out of his left. Yes, there 

 were four eggs in it now. '* I know when 

 a nest is ripe," said he, and he swallowed 

 them all and tore down the nest. Then 

 the little Wise Phoebe came and saw it, 

 and was so heart-broken with sorrow that 

 he tumbled into the lake and was drowned. 



Next morning there was only one lit- 

 tle Phoebe that merrily sang in the trees 

 by the Lake of Wyndygoul. 



But the Very Wisest Phoebe began to 

 say to himself: "I made a mistake. I built 

 too high up. My nest was all right, it 

 was perfect, but a little too high." 



So he began a new nest low down, close 

 to the water, under the same black root, 



