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This story happened long ago. My son was six and we lived in an old house near a large park. There (20) lots of people in the park at weekends and we enjoyed walking and playing there too. One day, my son (21) an injured bird from the park. It was a crow. Its wing (22) and the bird could not fly. I didn’t know what to do with the crow, but my son said that he (23) care of it. “If you were a couple of years (24) , you could manage it. But I doubt you can do it now,” I tried to talk him out of keeping the crow but finally agreed to take the bird home. The next day we took the crow to the vet. The vet fixed and bandaged the wing and explained to (25) what medicines we should give to the bird. “Ok,” he said, as we left, “I (26) everything I can. There’s no need to bring this crow here any more. The bird is young and strong, and I think it (27) soon. This is the good news. The bad news is that it will never be able to fly again.” “We’ll see,” my son (28) to agree with this fact too easily.