When I was a boy of twelve, I lived in South Carolina with my family. Every morning many 1 would come and rest in the trees and sing. There isn't any sound that can be 2 than the song of the birds. I decided to 3 a young bird and keep it in a cage so that I could have my own musician. I finally caught one and put it in a cage. The bird was 4 and cried loudly, but finally it became quiet in its new home. I felt happy and 5 my little musician carefully, giving it food and water.
The next day, the bird's mother flew to the cage with food in her mouth. The baby bird 6 up everything she brought. But the following morning, I found it lying on the bottom of the cage, dead. I was very 7! What had happened?
Arthur Wayne, a famous scientist, happened to hear me crying over the death of my bird. He told me the 8. "A mother bird, finding her young child in a cage, will sometimes bring it poisonous food. She thinks it's better for her young to 9 than to live in a cage."
Since then, I never catch any birds or put them in a cage. All the birds have the right to 10 in the sky.
