by
NING LIANG
I walked out of my house to greet the day. The sun shone brightly on the lush, green, grass. I walked over to the old Oak Tree in front of my house. I sat down in my favorite spot. I loved spending time beneath the old Oak Tree. It gives me time to think about school, home, and just about every other things that's currently in my mind. It give me time to relax. That very day, when I was sitting outside beneath the old Oak Tree, I saw a small white object on the ground. I went over to it, and picked it up. It was a small bird's egg.
I ran straight to my room with thoughts of hatching the egg and raising it. I opened the door put the egg on the corner of my table. I took a pan from downstairs and put some tissue in it. I put the egg on it very carefully. Then, I covered it with some more tissue.
"There!" I said, proudly. I felt more responsible. I ran downstairs and sat under the Oak Tree the rest of the day.
A week later, when I was coming home from school, my mom told me that the egg had hatched. Before she could say anything else, I ran upstairs. I went to the pan with the tissue in it. On the tissue there lay a small breathing figure. It was featherless. It's beak looked soft. I took it out of the tissue. All of a sudden, it started crying out like crazy. I quickly put it back in it's tissue nest and went downstairs. "Mom! Loo---""Honey, I think we need to discuss something."
"What?"
"I think you should put your bird back."
"No!"
"Honey----"
"It isn't yours!"
Then, I ran outside to the Oak Tree. I sat down. After a few minutes, I heard a distinct chirping. It got louder and louder. I looked up. There was a nest in the tree. There was a small bird chirping. Then, a thought came into my mind. Maybe the bird was my bird's mom. Then, I thought about it some more. It wasn't right to take away a child from his parent's. Maybe I should take the bird back, I thought. I ran inside.
The bird was still in it's tissue home. It as asleep. I put it in my right hand, careful not to hurt it. I went outside to the Oak Tree. Slowly, and very carefully, I climbed the tree using only my legs and left hand. When I got to the nest, I gently put the bird in it's nest. Then, I climbed back down. I felt a little sad, but I knew I had done the right thing.
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