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The Big Bird

by limegreen

There was a bird that liked to eat, and he liked to sit in his seat. He sat and ate until one day, he tried to get up to fly away. He could not get up, he was stuck. He said, "I feel like a big pile of muck." Then his friend Fred came along, and said to the bird, "What is wrong?" The bird told Fred the story, then they both were worried. They got all their friends together, so they could get the bird out of the weather. They pulled, and pulled until they stopped. They stopped because they heard a pop. The bird had come out of the seat. So they had a big fat feast!

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Seana01
<p>This poem made me worry, and it made me laugh. It was like, problem-solution-repeat. Let me explain:</p><p>Problem: &quot;There was a bird&nbsp;that liked to eat...&quot;</p><p>&quot;...he could not get up. He was stuck.&quot;</p><p>Solution: &quot;...they pulled, and pulled until they stopped. They stopped because they heard a pop.&quot;</p><p>&quot;The bird had come out of the seat&quot;</p><p>Problem: &quot;So they had a big fat feast.&quot;</p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p>Do you kind of understand what I&#39;m trying to say, in my explanation? What I said was my interpretation, not to be taken as an insult or anything of that sort.</p><p>I&#39;m saying that this poem was amusing; I really do like it.</p><p>Keep up the good work!</p>

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