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41 Illustrated Children's Stories from Enid Blyton

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roses, and it is true that they always brought back a bunch—but they brought back some­thing else too!
Packed away in a box of cotton-wool in Benny's pocket were eggs! Yes, birds' eggs of all kinds, from the pretty sky-blue ones belong­ing to the little brown hedge-sparrow, to the reddish-brown ones of the friendly robin. There were thrushes' eggs, too, and blackbirds', and sometimes a chaffinch's egg taken from its neat and mossy nest.
When they got home the children blew the eggs empty and hid them away on an old shelf in the dark summer-house. They had a box there, full of eggs—dozens of them, often five or six of the same kind. Nobody knew but themselves. Many, many birds had been frightened and made unhappy by the two children, but Benny and Sarah cared nothing for that! Now one day they set off as usual, carrying their lunch in a satchel. " Good-bye, Mother! " they called, " We are going to look for violets and primroses! "
But really they were going bird-nesting, although the day before at school, they had promised their teacher that they would be kind to all birds and not rob their nests. Off they went and soon they were beating the hedges to make the birds fly out, and once Benny hit a thrush with a stone and hurt its leg.
They took two eggs from a blackbird's nest, and heard the poor mother blackbird calling to her mate in terror. They found a robin's nest in an old tin and took all the eggs, which made the robins so unhappy that they flew about singing of their loss all day long.
And then they found the strange egg in the strange nest! Benny found it. He was passing an old wall and he caught sight of something funny on the top. He climbed up to see what it was—and there, in a cup-shaped nest made of pine-cones stuck together, he saw the strange egg!
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