Memories of a Sparrow

"I was born in the acclimation garden of the Bois de Boulogne. My mother had made a choice, to build her nest, of the thatched roof covering the house of a huge, but frightful bird called Marabou... Carpet under the crossed thatch, we lived in the greatest abundance; the mash of the foreign birds assembled in this garden provided my father and my tender mother with an inexhaustible mine to feed us, and the prudent sparrow woman had chosen the house of Marabou because of the proximity of the water, which allowed her to find easily at the edge the worms that we urgently need during our young age, especially at the time of growth of our feathers. My nesting companions were two brothers and two sisters, and our parents waited only a few days to show us the use of our wings. Alas! this is easier said than done!

 One night, the wind rose under the pressure of the storm. Carpet in the bottom of our nest, under the wings of our parents, we trembled with repeated lightning flashes and under the hot gusts that shook the house on its foundations. Faint with fear, wet with torrents of water coming through the straws and dripping on our nest, we pressed against each other without even daring to cry."

 CONTENTS:

 I. THE HOSPITALITY OF A MARABOU STORK

 II. MY FIRST FRIEND

 III. THE ELECTION OF THE KING OF BIRDS

 IV. THE BIRD OF THE GOOD GOD

 V. THE GREAT HEATHLANDS

 VI. THE UNKNOWN PEOPLES

 VII. O MISFORTUNE, BE WELCOME, IF YOU COME ALONE!

 VIII. DISCOURAGEMENT

 IX. TOO HAPPY

 X. HOUSEHOLDS ON HOUSEHOLDS

 XI. INGRATE AND COWARD

 XII. LAST FRIEND

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