The Swift's Flight Three small boys came down the road,
crowding each other and looking very concerned. One held something in his hands, and every so often they stopped and inspected the object. I watched them as they approached, and they looked at me, and I knew they wanted to tell me all about it. The object one of them carried turned out to be a swift. It had evidently collided with telegraph-wires or struck the branch of a tree, and now it lay helpless on the boy's outstretched hand. " It can't fly," he told me, and went on to describe how they had found it lying. at the side of the road. I remembered finding a swift in the same circumstances before. The three boys cried io horror as I took the bird from them and tossed it gently upwards. The swift's wings opened and it flashed away, turning round the top of a tree and flying as fast as it had even flown.
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