FIRE 

(CONTINUED)
By Tessa Harvey

    Ellie was very upset about her baby brother. A bird kept calling just outside the door. Distracted, the girl wandered outside to see what was wrong. Minnie (the cat) was watching a bird fluttering and calling. The young cat was interested, but just lazily watching.
    Then she saw a baby bird on the fence. It was nearly fledged, baby fluff bits blowing in the wind. As soon as it saw Ellie, it went very, very still. Ellie knew baby birds do this in the nest, but now flight alone would save it. But how?
    Creeping closer, she knew not to hold the bird. Fear kills so easily. Instead, she gently touched the toes, nudging them to unfurl. 
    Instantly it flew to the fruit trees nearby, the mother bird almost as close as a shadow, flying hard.
    She turned back to see her teacher, watching quietly. She told how Jesus knew when even a sparrow fell to the ground. How much more will he care for baby Joe...
    But Buddy was very angry with his parents, especially his father.

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