Its the hottest day of the year and I’m sweating like a dog, playing cricket and waiting for my mum to take Max and I to the freezing but refreshing school pool.
Suddenly I spot something tumble from the tree drooped over the worn grass.
So I fall to my hands and scuttle around desperately trying to find out what it was.
I then see it - a bird!!! It is small and ugly but I still look after it well by feeding and keeping the little sparrow warm. The next day I rush to the shoebox but to my sorrow the little bird is lying flat out on the ground. It's dead, I think, so I trudge to my dad’s room and say "It's dead" in a whisper-like voice. My dad gets up to comfort me and come outside with me to bury it. I'm feeling really sad so I let my dad cover it in the moist dirt. A sad day for me.