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Snow Bird
The girl sat in a huddle behind big brother's snow
fort. She and her little friend nestled deeper in a
beaver fur cape. Downy feathers tickled her cheek.
"I'll name you Snow Bird." she said. It was a good
name, for the bird was white and weightless like the
big flakes that stuck to the girl's dark lashes.
The tiny bird felt little more than a skeleton with
feathers. He trembled. His warm body vibrated. Then he
was still.
"I'll name you No Bird." she said and kissed the top
of his head.
She buried him in the snow.
