What the Blackbird said A story in four chirps

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The days were certainly becoming longer and less cold, the snow had altogether disappeared, and somehow the sun seemed, to the Blackbird, to get up earlier and go to bed later....

You see this old Rook was very patriotic, and of course a great Tory to boot. He disliked change of every sort and kind. He, and his ancestors before him, had built in these sam...

The Rook gave a caw which he intended to be a sympathetic one, but there was a little falter in it, which, had he been a human being instead of a bird, might have been mistaken...

All the birds were grave and silent for a few moments, and then, as they took an affectionate leave of each other before parting, the Rook said, "There was a pretty little poem...