Once upon a time, a little girl met a bird sitting on a branch, minding its own business and eating some seeds, and the little girl asked the bird how she could find her friends, who had wandered off. The bird told her a story:

“Once upon a time, a little girl met a bird sitting on a branch, minding its own business and eating some seeds, and the little girl asked the bird how she could find her friends, who had wandered off. The bird told her a story:

‘Once upon a time, a little girl met a bird sitting on a branch, minding its own business and eating some seeds, and the little girl asked the bird how she could find her friends, who had wandered off. The bird told her a story:

“There once was a bird who met a little girl who had wandered up to her tree at the edge of the woods, having lost her friends. ‘Where can I find them? Where have they gone?’ asked the girl. ‘To sleep,’ replied the bird, ‘where you should also be. Listen closely to my story, and when I reach the end, you’ll be sleepy, too.’ The bird spun a tale as long and twisty as the little girl’s hair, and slowly, slowly, slowly, the little girl drifted closer and closer to sleep, to meet her friends and dream of the morning. The little girl closed her eyes. ‘Good night,’ she whispered, as she fell asleep. ‘Good night,’ replied the little bird, and kissed the little girl gently on the forehead, as soft as a breath.”

The little girl closed her eyes. “Good night,” she whispered, as she fell asleep. “Good night,” replied the little bird, and kissed the little girl gently on the forehead, as soft as a breath.’

The little girl closed her eyes. ‘Good night,’ she whispered, as she fell asleep. ‘Good night,’ replied the little bird.”

The little girl closed her eyes. “Good night,” she whispered, as she fell asleep.

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