Day after day, not one bird came to sing in the Faigelbaums’ garden
At first, Mr. Krankowitz grumbled about the noise. All that changed one fine morning. He was in his garden, scowling, when he spotted a little robin perched on a branch. It looked straight at him.
“Humph!” spluttered the old man. “Haven’t you got anything better to do than sit and stare?”
The robin put its head to one side, and cheeped softly in response.
“Trying to charm me, are you?” growled the old man.
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