s if it had floated down from
the sky, a beautiful moth flew and lighted on the tip of Spring's
finger. It had all the colors of Easter in its wings, the green of the
grass and the leaves, the blue of the waters, and the gold of the
spring flowers. It was such a beautiful creature that only to look at
it made one feel happy. But every one wondered about the moth.
"It is a stranger from far away," they said.
"Oh, no," said Spring. "Fuzzy Caterpillar has come out."
And this was true, for the gray blanket that hung from the twig was
torn and empty.
BIRDS
THE BIRD
It was Serozha's birthday, and he received many different gifts; peg
tops, and hobby horses, and pictures. But Serozha's uncle gave him a
gift that he prized above all the rest; it was a trap for snaring
birds.
The trap was constructed in such a way that a board was fitted on the
frame and shut down upon the top. If seed was scattered on the board,
and the trap was put out in the yard, the little bird would fly down,
hop upon the board, the board would give way, and the trap would shut
with a clap.
Serozha was delighted, and he ran into the house to show his mother
the trap.
His mother said:
"It is not a good plaything. What do you want to do with birds? Why do
you want to torture them?"
"I am going to put them in a cage," Serozha said. "They will sing, and
I will feed them."
He got some seed, scattered it on the board, and set the trap in the
garden. And he stood by and expected the birds to fly down. But the
birds were afraid of him and would not come near the cage. Serozha ran
in to get something to eat, and left the cage.
After dinner he went to look at it. The cage had shut, and in it a
little bird was beating against the bars.
Serozha took up the bird, and carried it into the house.
"Mother, I have caught a bird!" he cried. "I think it is a
nightingale; and how its heart beats!"
His mother said it was a wild canary. "Be careful! Don't hurt it; you
would better let it go."
"No," he said. "I am going to give it something to eat and drink."
Serozha put the bird in a cage, and for two days gave it seed and
water, and cleaned the cage. But on the third day he forgot all about
it, and did not change the water.
And his mother said, "See here, you have forgotten your bird. You
would better let it go."
Serozha thrust his hand in the cage and began to clean it, but the
little bird was frightened and fluttered. A
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