A Bunch of Sticks

Bird was reading a book in her nest. Kip came up the tree. He was carrying a bunch of sticks.

“ Good morning, Bird, ” said Kip. “ Good morning, Kip, ” said Bird.

Kip went back down the tree. Then he came up the tree again. He was carrying more sticks.

“ Hmm, ” said Bird. “ I wonder what Kip is doing. ”

Bird went back to reading her book. Crash!

“ Ouch! ” cried Bird. “ Please be careful, Kip. ” “ Sorry about that! " said Kip. Bird flew up to Kip's branch.