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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