CHAPTER VII
THE BIRD
It was Serozha's birthday, and he received many different gifts,—peg-tops and hobby-horses and pictures. But Serozha's uncle gave him a gift which he prized above all the rest: it was a trap for snaring birds. The trap was constructed in such a way that a board was fitted on the frame and shut down upon the top. If seed were scattered on the board, and it was put out in the yard, the little bird would fly down, hop upon the board, the board would give way, and the trap would shut with a clap.
Serozha was delighted and he ran to his mother to show her the trap.
His mother said:—
"It is not a good plaything. What do you want to do with birds? Why do you want to torture them?"
"I am going to put them in a cage. They will sing, and I will feed them."
Serozha got some seed, scattered it on the board, and set the trap in the garden. And he stood by and expected the birds to fly down. But the birds were afraid of him, and did not come near the cage. Serozha ran in to get something to eat, and left the cage.
After dinner he went to look at it; the cage had shut, and in it a little bird was beating against the bars.
Serozha was delighted, took up the bird, and carried it into the house.
"Mamma, I have caught a bird ; I think it is a nightingale; and how its heart beats!"
His mother said it was a canary.
"Be careful! don't hurt it; you would better let it go."
"No; I am going to give it something to eat and drink."
Serozha put the canary in a cage, and for two days gave him seed and water and cleaned the cage. But on
