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      <title>The Scarlet Ibis 2nd by Dana Thames</title>
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      <pubDate>2021-11-12 14:41:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;... the oriole nest in the elm was untenanted and rocked back and forth like an empty cradle.&quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot;Daddy had Mr. Heath, the carpenter, build a little mahogany coffin for him.&quot; (Mahogany is a reddish-brown wood.)</title>
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         <title>&quot;The last graveyard flowers were blooming, and their smell drifted across the cotton field and through every room of our house, speaking softly the names of our dead.&quot;</title>
         <author>dana_thames</author>
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         <title>&quot;It&#39;s a great big red bird!&quot; </title>
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         <pubDate>2021-11-15 15:32:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Within a few months, Doodle had learned to walk well and his go-cart was put up in the barn loft (it is still there) beside his little mahogany coffin. &quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot;dead birds is bad luck&quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot;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. &quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot;dead birds is back luck&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Doodle then later dies after messing with the dead bird</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;For along time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis from the heresy of rain.&quot;</title>
         <author>elenad395</author>
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         <title>&quot;Specially red dead birds!&quot; </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The doctor said that with his weak heart this strain would probably kill him, but it didn't."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;Finally I went back and found him huddled beneath a red nightshade bush beside the road. He was sitting on the ground, his face buried in his arms, which were resting on his drawn-up knees.&quot;</title>
         <author>laneyd765</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>(Nightshade bushes are red)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;On the topmost branch, a bird the size of a chicken...&quot;</title>
         <author>emmam539</author>
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         <title>&quot;One day I took him up to the barn loft and showed him his casket, telling him how we all had believed he would die.&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I made him swim until he turned blue and row until he couldn't lift an oar. Wherever we went, I purposely walked fast, and although he kept up his face turned red and his eyes became glazed." </div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He was born when I</div><div>&nbsp;</div><div>as six and was, from the outset, a disappointment. He seemed all head, with a&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>tiny body which was red and shriveled like an old man's. Everybody thought he was going to die.&nbsp;"</div>]]></description>
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         <title> &quot;A scarlet ibis! How many miles it had traveled to die like this, in our yard, beneath the bleeding tree.&quot; </title>
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         <title>&quot; 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.&quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot; Trembling He&#39;d push himself up, turning first red then a soft purple&quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot;For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis from the heresy of rain.&quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot;It was covered with a film of Paris green sprinkled to kill the rats, and screech owls had built a nest inside it. &quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot;He seemed all head, with a tiny body which was red and shriveled like an old mans&quot; </title>
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         <title>&quot;It was covered with a film of Paris green sprinkled to kill the rats...&quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot;speaking softly the names of our dead&quot;</title>
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         <title>When I made him touch the casket, he screamed.</title>
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         <title>&quot;&quot;What is it?&quot; he asked. At that moment the bird began to flutter, but the wings were uncoordinated, and amid much flapping and a spray of flying feathers, it tumbled down, bumping through the limbs of the bleeding tree and landing at our feet with a thud&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Don't go leave me, Brother," he cried</div><div>, and he leaned toward the coffin. His hand, trembling,&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>reached out, and when he touched the casket he screamed. A screech owl flapped out of the box into our&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>faces, scaring us and covering us with Paris green."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;He had been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained brilliant red.&quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot; The bird croaked loudly again&quot;</title>
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         <title>REDE</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“tear-blurred vision in red before me looked very familiar”</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;&quot;Dead birds is bad luck,&quot; said Aunt Nicey, poking her head from the kitchen door. &quot;Specially red dead birds!&quot;&quot;</title>
         <author>elenad395</author>
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         <title>&quot;Everybody thought he was going to die. Daddy had Mr. Heath, the carpenter, build a little mahogany coffin for him.&quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot;It&#39;s a great big red bird!&quot; </title>
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         <title>DEAD</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“neck and the front of his shirt were stained a brilliant red”</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;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. &quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot;I did not know then that pride is a wonderful, terrible thing, a seed that bears two vines, life and death.&quot;</title>
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         <title>&quot;He lay very awkwardly, with his head thrown far back, making his vermilion neck appear long and slim&quot;.</title>
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         <title>&quot;we&#39;d build us a house of whispering leaves and the swamp birds would be our chickens&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Even death did not mar its grace, for it lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers" </div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot; for it lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers&quot;</title>
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         <title>At that moment, the bird began to flutter</title>
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         <title>&quot;Promise hung about us like the leaves, and wherever we looked, ferns unfurled and birds broke into song.&quot;</title>
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