Merry, Merry Robin
Fawn and Spot were taking an afternoon walk on a gravel road in British Columbia, Canada. It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining and there was not a cloud in the sky. Fawn was a little bit sad though because he had just stumbled on some loose gravel. He had a small cut on his leg.
“You’ll be alright,” said Spot, noticing there was no real damage done.
Spot just happened to look into an old crab-apple tree and she saw a robin land in it.
“Look!” whispered Spot, pointing to the robin.
A smile came to Fawn from one ear right over to the other.
“There is just something about a robin,” said Fawn. “They make me happy. They make me merry!”
“Yes, me too,” said Spot. “They are very pretty with their bright red breast.”
“Yes,” said Fawn, watching the robin pick a dried up crab-apple off the tree with his beak. “It is like they are a sign of good things to come.”
“Well,” said Spot, watching as the robin flew away, crab-apple in it’s beak. “Robins are a sure sign of spring.”
“That is true,” said Fawn. “This is when I usually notice them.”
Fawn and Spot walked back to the Hansen ranch and funny enough, Fawn had forgotten all about his sore leg.
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