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THE RIFLE AND THE FLUTE I took my rifle and l went to nearby forest birds to hunt. When l got there, l saw a bird whose chick fell down through sad event. The hen was flying with a cane; it hovered where its chick was thrown. It urged the chick to perch on it, but it was too young to have known. I held the chick and placed in nest, and its mum set its mind at rest. It twittered and gave me the cane and flew to nest with heart so blessed. I threw my rifle on the ground, returned with that gift in my hand, with a happy heart that blessed my act, and a cane on lips with greatest sound. BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
THE RIFLE AND THE FLUTE
THE RIFLE AND THE FLUTE I took my rifle and l went to nearby forest birds to hunt. When l got there, l saw a bird whose chick fell down through sad event. The hen was flying with a cane; it hovered where its chick was thrown. It urged the chick to perch on it, but it was too young to have known. I held the chick and placed in nest, and its mum set its mind at rest. It twittered and gave me the cane and flew to nest with heart so blessed. I threw my rifle on the ground, returned with that gift in my hand, with a happy heart that blessed my act, and a cane on lips with greatest sound. BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
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