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Show near the willow the better to watch the sky. Scon he heard a chirup. Chirup. Sure enough there was a bird pecking at the t i ny willow leaves. A new bird, indeed, he said to himself. He listened - not moving. 'When the b i r d flew away, he saw the blue under i t s wing. He l a y down with his back to the warm sand. Soon another bird came circling the sky and l i t on a rock near by. I t was not long u n t i l i t began to sing. The bird a t the willow perked i t s head and did a l i t t l e dance i n the wet sand. I f I only had ray f l u t e , thought Kleeka. He f e l t of his throat remembering what his mother said. He made a high tone blowing a i r out u n t i l with his l i p s making a t r i l l . . The b i r d on the rock perked i t s head. He waited. The bird sang again. The mate answered with a chirrup, chirrup. Kleeka's heart pounded with excitement. He t r i l l a d again - new high - now low. The b i r d sang again and too soon both birds flew away. He did not forget the song. For a long time ha t r i ed his voice with a t r i l l of his l i p s - a t r i l l of his throat. Now high - now low. He remembered his uncle1 s song, ya-ta-ho, ya-ta-ho, then he ended i t with the bird t r i l l . That i s better than the .song of \he crow, my mo-^her will be glad of that, ', :ou1Jh!; Kleeka. |