Our Little Friend

Our Little Friend It was late fall. We were eating dinner. Suddenly, we heard a loud BANG! A little bird flew right into the window, then fell to the ground.

我们的“小朋友” 时值深秋。我们正在吃晚饭。突然，我们听到一声巨响!一只小鸟直接飞到窗户上，然后掉到地上。

We ran outside and saw that it was a baby crow. It was alive but one wing was not moving. It could not fly. My dad picked up the bird. We put it in a box for the night. That one night turned into many nights. We named the bird Max. Max became very friendly to us. He took food from our hands. After a few weeks, his wing healed. Then one day, he flew away. Now, every time I see a crow, I wonder, " Is that Max?" Maybe he will come back for a visit one day.

我们跑到外面，看到那是一只小乌鸦。它还活着，但一只翅膀不动了。它不能飞。 我爸爸捡起了那只鸟。我们把它放在一个盒子里过夜。一个晚上变成了很多个晚上。 我们给这只鸟取名麦克斯。麦克斯对我们变得很友好。他从我们手中拿走食物。几周后，他的翅膀愈合了。然后有一天，他飞走了。 现在，每当我看到乌鸦，我就想，“那是麦克斯吗?”也许有一天他会回来参观。