I thudded down the hall and I looked out the back yard door.
“Oh my goodness Lulu!” When Lulu heard my the sound of my voice she dashed into the bush. There was a bird lying down in front of her. When I picked it up, it suddenly sprang to its feet. I saw its leg was broken and bleeding. I told mum to get a toothpick and some tape. When I was bandaging the poor birds leg, I looked in to it's eyes. I could see the sadness in it's eyes. When I finished bandaging the bird's leg I zipped to the basement and grabbed a cardboard box. I put a bowl of water and a bowl of crumbled bread into the box. I carefully pick up the injured bird and I softly it put the bird into the box and wrapped the bird in a little piece of silk.
When it was the evening, after the bird had had a rest, I softly picked up the bird and took it to the living room, where I sat down on the green soft couch and softly patted the bird's head. When it was 7:00pm, it was my bed time. When I was getting ready for bed I put the bird back into the box.
The next day at school, I was thinking about the bird, if it would die or survive. When I got home I raced into the door. When I looked into the box, the bird wasn't there. When I was starting to panic mum told me that the bird had died.
I made a little headstone, dug up a little hole in the ground, softly laid the bird's body in the hole and put the headstone on top of the dirt. To this day I can still remember that poor little bird.