By Jules Turland
Adorning Christmas cards, the gardener’s friend whom everyone loves is the robin. A symbol of joy, thrusting his crimson chest, chattering a sweet melody as he heralds spring, he’s not one to leave when winter grasps all in her icy claws.
Yet, the dark rats of the sky, vicious starlings, want him gone. Cunning crows agree, cawing for a scapegoat to do the deadly deed. A sparrow brushes by. Often overlooked, he’s perfect, they squawk. They convince him to fire the arrow.
Years later, children chant, “Who killed Cock Robin?” The sparrow took the rap, but now you know the truth.
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Cute tale, good writing
I enjoyed that. A new take on an old story.
Clever!
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