{"id":1743,"date":"2017-03-25T18:51:13","date_gmt":"2017-03-26T00:51:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fredman.org\/blog\/?p=1743"},"modified":"2017-03-25T18:51:13","modified_gmt":"2017-03-26T00:51:13","slug":"robin-and-her-friend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fredman.org\/blog\/2017\/03\/25\/robin-and-her-friend","title":{"rendered":"Robin and her Friend"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a time there was a little bird named Robin.\u00a0 This is the story of how Robin came to be the best listener ever.<\/p>\n<p>You see, robins are a type of bird that hop around on the ground, tilt their head sideways, and listen for worms crawling around.\u00a0 Then they quickly grab that worm with their beak and gobble it up for breakfast!<\/p>\n<p>Robin was especially good at listening for worms.\u00a0 Every meal of every day, her mom would take her out of her birdhouse down to the grassy lawn below and teach her to listen for worms.\u00a0 When she would hear one squiggling around, she would jab her beak into the dirt and yank up a nice juicy worm!<\/p>\n<p>But this was normal for a bird. The <u>real<\/u> reason why Robin was so good at listening was because she had a friend named Zeke.\u00a0 Every afternoon, Zeke would bring a tremendous pile of books up into his treehouse and read to Robin.\u00a0 She could hear him telling his wonderful stories of monsters and puppies, pancakes and animal teeth.<\/p>\n<p>Her favorite story was when he read about a Little Red Hen.\u00a0 Robin\u2019s birdhouse was so close to Zeke\u2019s treehouse that they shared the same tree.\u00a0 When Zeke opened that book, Robin would lean over the railing to look at the pictures of the Little Red Hen.<\/p>\n<p>One sunny afternoon, Robin said to Zeke, \u201cThank you for reading to me!\u201d \u00a0Zeke knew that Robin liked his stories, but he never knew a bird could talk.\u00a0 He jumped up in surprise.\u00a0 \u201cYou can talk?!\u201d he yipped.\u00a0 \u201cOf course I can, I\u2019ve been listening to you read books ever since I was a little blue egg.\u201d\u00a0 she said with a tweet.\u00a0 Zeke grinned back, \u201cWell then you\u2019re very welcome.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>After that day, Robin and Zeke spent a lot of time talking about different things, like worms and animal teeth, pancakes and bird houses.\u00a0 Robin learned that Zeke had built her house with his own hands.\u00a0 He used a saw and hammer, nails and wood to make a cozy house that was just the right size, and put it in the tree next to his treehouse so they could be neighbors.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe make a great team!\u201d Robin shouted.\u00a0 Zeke looked puzzled, so Robin added, \u201cYou can build houses for us to live in, and I can catch worms for us to eat!\u201d\u00a0 Zeke laughed, knowing that he would never eat a worm.\u00a0 \u201cSilly Robin,\u201d he said, \u201cBoys don\u2019t eat worms.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell then,\u201d Robin said.\u00a0 \u201cHow about this: you can read books, and I can listen!\u201d\u00a0 \u201cThat sounds much better\u201d, Zeke agreed.\u00a0 And they started on another stack of books.<\/p>\n<p>And that\u2019s the story of how Robin became the best listener ever.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/fredman.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/wp-1490486976507-e1490489360539.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-1741\" src=\"http:\/\/fredman.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/wp-1490486976507-e1490489360539-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"604\" height=\"805\" srcset=\"https:\/\/fredman.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/wp-1490486976507-e1490489360539-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/fredman.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/wp-1490486976507-e1490489360539-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 604px) 100vw, 604px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a time there was a little bird named Robin.\u00a0 This is the story of how Robin came to be the best listener ever. 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