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... And when the wounded sparrow had showed the boy hunter with the BB gun its ruffled feathers, the blood flowing from its beak, and the fear in its trembling, lurching body, the bird closed its eyes and there was blackness.... and the droning of silence. And in its dreams the bird was the boy with the new gun under the Christmas tree; and the bird understood the boy, and it understood the nature of suffering. And the little boy put down the dead sparrow and the piece of bread from his hands, and he ran deep into the pine trees, and he cried and cried....
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