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| A special gift for Annabelle. |
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| Completely dried, a precious bird. Annabelle shows it to every person who enters our house. She especially likes to invite them to smell it, exclaiming, "It smells like pepper!" |
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| It rests among other natural things on our table. During a visit two weeks ago, my father pointed out that having a dead bird on the dining table is very odd. I hadn't thought of that. But I haven't moved it either! I love this bird. I think she needs a name. If you think of one, tell me. |
