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The Bird in Me      Through the whistling strokes of wind, the bird flew down to the tree. "Bang!", went the gunshot of Mr. Tucker. It hit the twigs. The bird went wobbly and touched the ground. Mrs. Tucker grabbed it and put on its cage. Dirty, small and rusted.       The couple brought the bird home as Little Tucker's present. They transferred it into a painted and clean cage.        Little Tucker put water on its urn. The bird rejected it. Pushed the urn back 'till the water spilled all over.        " What do you want little bird?", the boy shouted.        " Give him food, I think he's hungry," Mrs. Tucker shouted back.