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CHIPPY'S VISIT TO THE KINDERGARTEN
H, yes, it's all very fine to say that we will get caught,
but I don't believe it, one single bit," said Chippy to
his sisters and brothers, as they all sat on the fence,
in the bright sunshine. "Mother just wants us to stay
here all the time, and we wont ever know anything if we
don't go around. I am going to see for myself,
some day;" and he gave his head a toss and his tail a
"Oh, Chippy," cried all the other little birds, "how
can you talk so? Dear mother is so kind and good to us.
Why, she knows everything, and takes us everywhere that
it is right for us to go."
"Well, I don't care," again said Chippy, giving his
head another toss. "There is Toppy Sparrow, and all his
family, who go up on a roof every day, and have lovely
times. There are lots of nice crumbs thrown out for
them, and even windows left wide open, and they can fly
right into a room if they want to. No harm has ever
come to them. Toppy wanted me to go with them
one time, but mother wouldn't let me. I am so tired of
his old place." But he other little birds said nothing,
and soon Chippy saw some bread on the ground, and flew
down to eat it.
Now this family of birds had their home near a large
school. Chippy had long wanted to know, and see, what
went on inside of it. Whenever
 he told his mother
he would like to peep in the windows, she would say,
"Why, Chippy Brown, don't let me hear of your going
near those windows. If you do, something dreadful will
happen to you, I know."
She let them play in the yard, while the children were
in school, but when recess time came, she flew away
with them all, to their home behind the chimney on the
church. This bright morning their mother went to call
on Mrs. Sparrow, her sister, and Chippy and his
brothers and sisters came, and sat on the school fence.
He tried to get one of them to fly up to the window
with him, but no one would go.
At last he said, "Well, I'll go by myself. You will
know nothing if you stay at home all the time."
So he started off.
"Oh, Chippy, don't go, don't go—you will get
killed," cried all the other birds. But he wouldn't
listen, and up he flew to the window. It was open a
little bit, and he looked in. "It looks nice in there;
I am sure nothing will hurt me." So in he went.
The room was full of children, but he was so quiet no
one heard him. He rested on the shutter and looked all
around the room. "I wonder what they are doing?" he
said, as he saw the children sitting quietly at the
table, drawing. "Would like to pop down and see, but I
guess I'd better stay here a little longer."
Very soon the work was put away, and the children
marched to the circle. Chippy now opened his eyes very
wide. He saw the children fly like birds, and fly so
quickly, he couldn't begin to keep up with them; and he
felt his eyes growing crossed, in his efforts to see
which boy or girl could fly best. He was very much
mixed, but enjoyed the games.
"They're awfully smart," he said, as they marched to
their seats. "Mother would like to see them, I know.
She says we were so long learning to fly."
Then the children folded their hands and sang. But they
did not know that a little bird heard them sing the
song of the girl who wanted to bring in a little
snow-bird, and put shoes and stockings on him, because
he was cold.
"What a kind little girl," said Mr. Chippy. "I don't
 that I would care to wear shoes and
stockings. It would be so much trouble to put them on
Chippy was happy, and began to think the Kindergarten a
pleasant place, and that he was learning lots. "Won't I
surprise them all at home, to-night? I think it is sage
now to fly over there, and rest on that funny-looking
thing (which was the clock), on the wall."
He was about to do so, when all the children stood up;
so he thought he would wait and see what was going to
happen. The teacher began to count, and up came the
children's hands and arms. This made Chippy laugh—he
thought they were having lots of fun. All of a sudden,
as the hands came up over their heads, there was a loud
crash,—like thunder, it sounded to Chippy. He was so
frightened, he forgot where he was, and down he
tumbled. He fell on something, and his feet caught, and
he couldn't move. Oh, how his little heart fluttered!
He had fallen on a little girl's head, and caught in
her hair, which was short and curly. She screamed, and
the teacher came to see what was the matter, and there
lay our poor little Chippy, almost dead. She took him
from the little girl's head, and held him in her hand.
He was too frightened to do anything, and couldn't
speak. When he heard her say, "Poor little Chippy, you
are frightened to death," he thought it was his
brothers and sisters saying," Chippy, don't go; you'll
get killed!" So he closed his eyes, and rolled over in
the teacher's hands, for he thought he must now die.
But in a moment or two he gave his wings a little
flutter, and then she said, "Why, he isn't dead. We
will put him out on the window-sill, and the fresh air
will do him good."
So she opened the window and left him on the sill. And,
sure enough, the fresh air did make him feel so much
better that he was soon able to open his eyes and look
around. He saw the fence, where he had left his
brothers and sisters a little while ago. "Oh, dear! I
wish I could see mother; I feel so sick, and want to go
home," he said. "I believe I'll try and fly to the
corner, and see if they are there." So he flew down to
the yard, and there found the whole family. When they
saw him, they came to meet him, saying, "Oh, Chippy
dear, we are so glad you have come.
 Where have you been?" But Chippy was too
weak to say a work, and would have fallen over had not
his mother caught him. She tucked him under her wing,
and kept him warn all the rest of the day.
That night, when they had gone to their home in the
warm chimney corner, Chippy told her what he had seen
and heard in the Kindergarten, and how nice he had
thought it was, until the children clapped their hands,
and frightened him so, and he did not want to go there
"Well, Chippy," said his mother, "I have always told
you it was best for little birds to stay with their
mother. I was unhappy while you were gone. Now you must
never go away again," and Chippy said he wouldn't and
he has kept his promise to this day.