OPEN EYES.
Do you know, Fairiel, the other day wheu I ran around to tho shop to buy some butter for mummy, I saw a lot of sparrows in the middle of the road. I went over to see what was the matter, and all tho birds flew away. But, Fairiel, just where I was standing there was a dead sparrow; he was such a dear littlo one, too. I think he must have been a kind little bird for the sparrows to come round him when he was dead. Don't you, Fairiel?
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Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 68, 29 September 1928, Page 15
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93OPEN EYES. Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 68, 29 September 1928, Page 15
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