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| A song rose in the heart of the night. Quickly, I got up out of bed and looked in the window. There on the ground was a blackbird. It looked as if it couldn't fly at all. I assumed the worse, that it was crying out in pain. Quickly, I put on my slippers and went out to meet it. The poor bird had missing feathers. I quickly made some fake feathers and put it on the blackbird. Then the blackbird flew. I had succeeded in enabling it to fly! It went of in the light of the night. The next night I heard the similar cry as before. Once again I put on my slippers and went out on the porch. Then the blackbird flew directly to me and landed on my hand. Then it started singing. I fed it some seeds and watched in amazement. It seemed tamed. Then I decided on a name. Braveheart is its name for it wasn't afraid of the night. Every night when I heard it sing I would go outside and meet it. Thus started a tradition for the duration of its life. Its feathers grew back and it thrived. So did I. Prompt: "Blackbird"  Word Count: 201 Activity: "The Beatles Musical Extravaganza" |
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