Summer passed unnoticed. The sun seemed to grow colder, the day
shorter. Rains began to fall. A cold wind blew. The Canary felt herself
a most unfortunate bird, especially when it rained. But the Crow did
not seem to mind it.
"What if it does rain? It will stop," said the Crow.
"But it is so cold, too cold, Aunty," said the Canary.
It was especially hard at night. The little wet Canary would shiver
with cold and the Crow would scold at her.
"Oh, you baby! What will you do when the real frost comes and the snow
falls?"
The Crow was puzzled. "What sort of bird is this that is afraid of
rain, wind and cold?" And she began to doubt once more whether the
Canary was a real bird, after all. "Surely she must be pretending."
"Truly, Aunty, I am a real bird," the Canary would assert with tears in
her eyes, "even if I do feel cold sometimes."
"Look out, now! It always seems to me that you are only pretending to
be a bird," said the Crow.
"Honestly, Aunty, I'm not pretending."
Sometimes the Canary would try to think about her future. Perhaps it
would have been better to have stayed in the cage, after all. There it
was warm and one always had plenty to eat.
Several times she flew up to the window, where her old cage hung. Two
new canaries looked out at her and envied her.
"Oh, how cold it is!" pitifully piped the freezing Canary. "How I would
like to be in there with you."
One morning the Canary looked out of the Crow's nest. She was
astonished at the dreary sight. Over night, the ground had been covered
with the first snow. Everything was white, but, saddest of all, the
snow covered all the grains on which the Canary fed. There remained
only the mountain ash berry, but she couldn't possibly eat that! It
was too sour! As for the Crow, she ate that, saying, "Very fine!"
After starving two whole days, the Canary was in despair.
"What is going to happen to me? I will die of hunger," thought the
Canary.
The next day the Canary sat wondering when suddenly she saw coming into
the garden the very same boys who had thrown stones at the Crow. They
spread a net on the ground and covered it with very tasty bird seed
then went away.
"These boys aren't so bad," said the happy Canary, looking at the
seeds. "Look, Aunty, the boys have brought me some food."
"Very fine food, I must say," croaked the Crow. "Don't you dare stick
your bill in there! Do you hear me! If you try to get that seed, you
will be caught in the net."
"And what will happen then?" asked the Canary.
"Why, they will put you into a cage again," said the Crow.
The Canary grew thoughtful. She wanted food, but she did not want a
cage. Of course, it was cold and at times there was little to eat.
Still, life in freedom was better, especially when it did not rain. For
several days the Canary was strong. But hunger was stronger. Finally
she just had to yield to her longing for food. She was caught in the
net.
"Help! Help!" piped the Canary pitifully. "I will never do it again. It
is better to die of hunger than to live in a cage."
The Canary now thought that there was nothing in the whole world nicer
than the Crow's nest. Of course, it was cold and occasionally one had
no food. But there was freedom. One could fly about wherever one
pleased. She wept, waiting for the boys to come to put her into the
cage. But as luck would have it, the Crow passed by that very moment
and spied the Canary in difficulty.
"You are foolish," scolded the Crow. "Didn't I tell you not to touch
those seeds?"
"Aunty, I'll never do it again."
The Crow was just in time. The boys were already on their way to fetch
their victim. The Crow tore the net quickly with her beak. The Canary
was free.
The boys chased the Crow, throwing sticks and stones and scolding her
for some time.
"How nice it is to be free," chirped the glad Canary, finding herself
once more in the Crow's nest.
"Of course, it's nice. You'd better take care if you want to stay
free," scolded the Crow.
The Canary, safe in the Crow's nest, started life anew. Never again did
she complain of either cold or hunger.
One day, the Crow flew away in search of food and stayed all night in
the field. When she returned she found the little Canary lying in the
nest with her little legs up--cold and stiff.
The Crow tilted her head to one side and looking very closely at the
Canary, she said:
"Well, I told you you were not a real bird."
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