Rum said, “Hey, Raisin, let’s play in the street.”
Raisin looked up and said, “That would be neat.”
They rushed through the cat-flap and something went, “Tweet!”
And there was a little bird sat at their feet
A small ball of feathers that couldn’t yet fly
Rum said, “I think that it fell from the sky.”
Raisin said, “Look, it seems...
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