![]() ![]() Presently the spruce-tree saw him, and said, “Where are you going, little bird?” The poor little bird did not know where to go but he hopped and fluttered along with his broken wing. “No, indeed,” said the willow-tree “I never speak to strangers. “O beautiful willow-tree,” said the little bird, “will you let me live in your warm branches until the springtime comes?” So the little bird hopped and fluttered with his broken wing till he came to the willow-tree by the edge of the brook. “Dear me,” said the oak-tree, “what a thing to ask! If you stay in my branches all winter you will be eating my acorns. “O big oak-tree,” said the little bird, “will you let me live in your warm branches until the springtime comes?” The little bird hopped and fluttered with his broken wing until he came to the next tree. “Dear me!” said the birch-tree, “what a thing to ask! I have to take care of my own leaves through the winter that is enough for me. “Beautiful birch-tree,” he said, “will you let me live in your warm branches until the springtime comes?” The first tree he came to was a slim silver birch. So he went to the edge of the forest, hopping and fluttering with his broken wing. “Perhaps the trees will keep me warm through the winter,” he said. And he saw the trees of the great forest. He looked all round, to see if there was any place where he could keep warm. But one little bird had a broken wing and could not fly. And all the birds flew away to the warm south, to wait for the spring. One day, a long, long time ago, it was very cold winter was coming. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. ![]()
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