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“What’s this?” Kaylee stooped to gather up a bunch of dried leaves and fluff lying on the front porch. About to toss it away, she stopped. “Wait, this isn’t trash.”

Madison ran her finger inside a perfectly formed cup. “It’s a bird’s nest.”

“Look, up there,” Kaylee said.

A few strands of grass stuck out from the porch light.

“Those poor birds lost their home. I wish we could help,” Madison said.

 “Maybe we can.”

“But how?”

“We’ll think of a way. Put your thinking cap on,” Kaylee said.

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