My Friend the Bird
Hello! I am a cat. My name is Lily. I am white. I have green eyes. I live in a garden. The garden is big. The garden is beautiful.
It is autumn now. I see many leaves. The leaves are red. The leaves are yellow. I like the leaves. I play with the leaves every day. I sleep in the sun. The sun is warm. I am happy in my garden.
I like to watch birds. They are in the sky. They are on the trees. The birds are small. The birds can fly. I cannot fly. I walk and run. I sit and watch the birds.
One day, I wake up. It is morning. The morning is cold. I hear “Tweet! Tweet!” I look around. I see a small bird. The bird is on the ground. The bird is gray. The bird cannot fly. The bird is sad.
“Hello, bird,” I say.
“Hello, cat,” says the bird.
“What is your name?” I ask.
“My name is Pip,” says the bird.
“Are you okay, Pip?” I ask.
“No,” says Pip. “I cannot fly.”
I want to help Pip. I look for a box. I find a big box. I put soft grass in the box. The grass is green. The grass is soft.
“Here, Pip,” I say. “This is your bed.”
“Thank you, Lily,” says Pip.
Every morning, I bring food to Pip. I bring seeds. The seeds are small. I bring berries. The berries are red. I bring water. The water is clean. Pip eats the food. Pip drinks the water.
Pip and I talk every day. We talk about the garden. We talk about the trees. We talk about the sky. Pip tells me about flying. I tell Pip about running and jumping.
One week later, Pip is better. Pip can fly again! Pip flies up. Pip flies down. Pip is very happy.
“Look, Lily!” says Pip. “I can fly!”
“I am happy for you,” I say.
Now Pip visits me every day. We are good friends. We play in the garden. Pip sits on my head. I walk slowly. Pip sings songs. I like Pip’s songs. They are beautiful songs.
The days get cold. The sky is gray. Winter is coming.
“Lily,” says Pip. “I must go now.”
“Why?” I ask.
“It is winter soon,” says Pip. “Birds go south in winter.”
“I will miss you,” I say.
“I will come back,” says Pip. “I will come in spring.”
“Promise?” I ask.
“Yes, I promise,” says Pip.
Pip flies away. I watch Pip go. I am a little sad. But I know Pip will come back. Good friends always come back.
I wait for spring. I think about Pip every day. I look at the sky. I see other birds. I remember my friend Pip. I am happy because I helped Pip. I am happy because Pip is my friend.
The garden is my home. The garden has trees. The garden has flowers. The garden has birds. And in spring, my friend Pip will come back to the garden. We will play again. We will talk again. We will be happy again.
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