The Bird with a Broken Wing
One day I was picking violets for mother.
Two boys whom I knew passed by.
One of the boys had something wrapped up in his handkerchief.
I asked him what it was.
He told me that it was a little sparrow.
I looked at the sparrow carefully so as not to frighten him.
I saw that his wing was broken.
My friend carried the sparrow to his home.
He showed the bird to his father.
He asked if he could keep it.
His father said that he must take care of the bird if he kept it.
The boy bound the broken wing with string and toothpicks.
The wing was soon as strong as ever.
Then the little sparrow flew back to his friends.