Buttercup
Once I went to my grandmother’s house.
My grandmother gave me a canary.
His name was Buttercup.
He was called Buttercup because his breast was so yellow.
This canary was a small bird.
His feathers were black and yellow.
Buttercup was in a cage.
When we went home my grandmother put paper around the cage.
Then my brother carried the bird to our home.
Now we enjoy the bird very much indeed.
We take the best care of him.
We like to listen to his sweet song.