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In the middle of the night there was an earth-shaking rain. In the morning, when my maternal uncle went to the forest to collect firewood, he found an acacia bird whose wings had been broken by the wind and rain in a grassy nest. Cousin Kwai was the softest of all, and with tears in her eyes, she bandaged its wounds and made a delicate five-cornered cage out of thin water bamboo. On the way to the mountain, she entrusted the cage and the bird to me, telling me: Don't forget to feed it, and beware of the greedy...