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Genre: Family History
Word Count: 100
‘Will you catch one for me Fred, please?’
‘They’re wild birds Florrie, I can’t catch them.’
‘Oh, please get me one Fred, please.’
That night he made a small cage and hung it from a branch of the apple tree.
‘That’s as close as I get to catching one for you, sis.’
The soldiers lined up early next morning. Fred looked very smart; my ma cried at the sight of him marching away.
‘Don’t forget to check the cage Florrie,’ he shouted.
‘I’ll check it every day till you’re home.’
I never caught a bird.
Fred never came home.
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