"When you choose your own way, there's a price you must pay—it's a quandary as old as all time. (Picture book. 7-12)"
Little Red Bird "had all she could need— / She had water and seed / And plenty to read," but she longed, we are told, to be ever so bold: to spread her red wings and to see all the things outside of her place and the curtains of lace at the window of her dim abode.
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