The Nightingale

The sunbeam was the prettiest little fellow you could imagine. He sat still leaning on one arm on his tiny ladder and listening to the chatter of the birds. But I shall try to keep awake tonight to see her, said a young bullfinch. Nonsense, said its mother, you shall do no such thing. The nightingale says she is so very lovely, said a wren looking out from her little nest in a hedge close by. Who are you talking about? Ask the sunbeam and he shot across to the bullfinch's nest. All the birds were silent when they saw him. At last the bullfinches said, only of a moonbeam your

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