The other day we caught a baby bird that was in our yard. My siblings took great care of it, feeding it worms, putting it to sleep, and making a nice cage for it. We named him/her Sparrow-wing. Sparrow-wing survived the night and the next morning Cecilia and John Paul and Max woke up early to go out to it. They fed, stroked, held, and loved the bird. Rose saw them handling it, and so when everyone was inside she decided to give it a bath. Unfortunately she drowned it. My siblings were horrified. Rose didn't understand what she had done and kept saying, "John Paul can fix it".
John Paul dug a grave and had a sign made. He even built a coffin out of cardboard. Max and John Paul put flowers there and any feathers they find. It was a sad morning.