The White Blackbird
The White Blackbird
by Alfred DeMusset (Adapted)
I was born a blackbird in a busy thicket near a meadow. My father took good care of his family and would peck about all day for insects. These he brought home to my mother, holding them by the tail so as not to mash them. He had a sweet voice, too, and every evening sang beautiful songs.
I should have been happy, but I was not.
. Find out why the young blackbird was so sad.
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