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Birds at choir practice

The chirp of sparrows, in the mulberry tree at the corner of the house, awakened me.

They argued loudly: A mocking bird had joined them. Twice their size, he

towered over them like a threatening cloud and he was very loud.

He wanted to sing tenor in their little choir. They couldn’t say

no because he sang so well. They perched him down

on a lower limb with his head at their

level and they sang.

Together.




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