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Old man gestures, hobbles excitedly. narrator: "I have a gift for you," he called, "a wonderful gift!" "A gift?" Quickly the old woman got up from her work and went to greet him, her eyes shining with greed. "A gift! What is it?" She meets him at the door. He turns to face the audience and at the same time opens his hands. narrator: "A sparrow! A beautiful little sparrow!" cried the old man. The sparrow flutters free of his hands, rises lamely a moment, then falls to lie fluttering on the playboard. narrator: "But she has a broken wing. We must care for her until it is mended. How do you like my gift? Isn't she pretty? Some boys must have hit her with a stone. I found her lying broken in the fields." |
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