It was a dull day my brother and I were on our bikes in the park. When we got to the bend we saw a bird on the ground and when it just wouldn’t take off we knew he was hurt. I went close and I heard my brother mumble, ” it’s futile – he’s just going to die anyway.” I picked him up and put him in my coat pocket with his head peeping out.
When we got home I brought him up to my room. I could see his wing was broken. I got a bit of paper and put it around his arm. A few days later he was back to normal and able to fly. I let him out and he was gone.