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"For a
long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis from the heresy of rain."

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“He planned, we’d build us a house of whispering leaves and the swamp birds would be our chickens.”

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"Dead birds is bad luck," said Aunt Nicey, poking her head from the kitchen door.

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"Dead birds is bad luck," said Aunt Nicey, poking her head from the kitchen door.

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Sahilll :D

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"I cried, shaking him, but there was no answer but the ropy
rain. He say very awkwardly, with his head thrown far back, making his vermilion neck appear unusually
long and slim."

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"It lives in the tropics--South America to Florida. A storm must have brought it here."

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"Promise hung about us like the leaves, and wherever we looked, ferns unfurled and birds broke into song."

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“it tumbled down, bumping through the limbs of the bleeding tree and landing at our feet with a thud.”

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"He didn't answer, so I placed my hand on his forehead and lifted his head. Limply, he fell backwards onto the earth. He had been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained a brilliant red."

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"He didn't answer, so I placed my hand on his forehead and lifted his head. Limply, he fell backwards onto the earth. He had been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained a brilliant red."

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justin

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He was looking up into the bleeding tree. "It's a great big red bird!" he called. The bird croaked loudly again, and Mama and Daddy came out into the yard.

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“his face turned red and his eyes became glazed”

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"Doodle! Doodle! I cried, shaking him, but there was no answer but the ropy rain. He say very awkwardly, with his head thrown far back, making his vermilion neck appear unusually long and slim. His little legs, bent sharply at the knees, had never before seemed so fragile, so thin. I began to weep, and the tear-blurred vision in red before me looked very familiar."

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"Dead birds is bad luck," said Aunt Nicey, poking her head from the kitchen door.

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"Dead birds is bad luck," said Aunt Nicey, poking her head from the kitchen door.

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Sahil

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"It's a great big red bird!" he called

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He had been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained a brilliant red.-Liam

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Drew

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"Even death did not mar its grace, for it lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and we stood around it, awed by its exotic beauty. "

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"Even death did not mar its grace, for it lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and we stood around it, awed by its exotic beauty. "

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"Doodle!" I screamed above the pounding storm and threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis from the heresy of rain.

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. Finally I went back and found him
huddled beneath a red nightshade bush beside the road.

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Even death did not mar its grace, for it lay on the earthlike a broken vase of red flowers.- Noah 

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Even death did not mar its grace, for it lay on the earthlike a broken vase of red flowers.- Noah 

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"I did not know then that pride
is a wonderful, terrible thing, a seed that bears two vines, life and death. "

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He seemed all head, with a tiny body which was red and shriveled like an old man's.

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He seemed all head, with a tiny body which was red and shriveled like an old man's.

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Drew

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"It was in the clove of seasons, summer was dead but autumn had not yet been born, that the ibis lit in the bleeding tree. The flower garden was stained with rotting brown magnolia petals and ironweeds

grew rank amid the purple phlox. "

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Daddy had Mr. Heath, the carpenter, build a little mahogany coffin for him.

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"Hope no longer hid in the dark palmetto thicket but perched like a cardinal in the lacy toothbrush tree, brilliantly visible. "

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"Hope no longer hid in the dark palmetto thicket but perched like a cardinal in the lacy toothbrush tree, brilliantly visible. "

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One day I took him up

to the barn loft and showed him his casket, telling him now we all had believed he would die

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Beside the stream, he planned, we'd build us a house of whispering leaves and the swamp birds would be our chickens. - Noah

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Beside the stream, he planned, we'd build us a house of whispering leaves and the swamp birds would be our chickens. - Noah

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“Pride is a wonderful terrible thing a seed that bears two vines life and death.”

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Sahil

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"It's a scarlet ibis," he said, pointing to a picture. "It lives in the tropics--South America to Florida. A storm must have brought it here." Sadly, we all looked back at the bird. A scarlet ibis! How many miles it had traveled to die like this, in our yard, beneath the bleeding tree. 

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"It's a scarlet ibis," he said, pointing to a picture. "It lives in the tropics--South America to Florida. A storm must have brought it here." Sadly, we all looked back at the bird. A scarlet ibis! How many miles it had traveled to die like this, in our yard, beneath the bleeding tree. 

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Drew

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That summer, the summer of 1918, was blighted.17 In May and June There was no rain and the crops withered, curled up, then died under the thirsty son.- Noah 

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That summer, the summer of 1918, was blighted.17 In May and June There was no rain and the crops withered, curled up, then died under the thirsty son.- Noah 

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"I made him swim until he turned red and his eyes became glazed. Once, he could go no further, so he collapsed on the ground and began to cry."

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" I began to weep, and the tear-blurred vision in red before me looked very familiar."

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" I began to weep, and the tear-blurred vision in red before me looked very familiar."

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justin

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"I ran into the house and brought back the bird book."

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"I ran into the house and brought back the bird book."

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justin

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He had been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained a brilliant red.-Liam

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" summer was dead but autumn had not yet been born"

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It was in the clove of seasons, summer was dead but autumn had not been born, that the ibis lit in the bleeding tree.

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It was in the clove of seasons, summer was dead but autumn had not been born, that the ibis lit in the bleeding tree.

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"Daddy
had Mr. Heath, the carpenter, build a little mahogany coffin for him. But he didn't die, and when he was
three months old, Mama and Daddy decided they might as well name him."

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"It's a scarlet ibis," he said, pointing to a picture."

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Trembling, he'd push himself up, turning
first red, then a soft purple, and finally collapse back onto the bed like an old
worn-out doll

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"It was in the clove of seasons, summer was dead but autumn had not yet been born, that the ibis lit in the bleeding tree. "

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"two egrets, squawking, arose from the oyster-rock shallows and careened away"

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"A grindstone stands where the bleeding tree stood, just outside the kitchen door, and now if an oriole sings in the elm, its song seems to die up in the leaves, a silvery dust."

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"build a little mahogany coffin for him."

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A grindstone stands where the bleeding tree stood

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The bird croaked loudly again, and Mama and Daddy came out into the
yard.

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"He had failed and we both knew it, so we started back home, racing the storm."

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" summer was dead but autumn had not yet been born, that the ibis lit in the bleeding tree. "

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but the oriole nest in

the elm was untenanted and rocked back and forth like an empty cradle

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" I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis from the heresy of rain."