When Mole got home he looked at his bird.
It was sitting very still in its cage in Mole's dark underground room. "Birds are meant to fly," said Mole.
He opened the cage door, and he let his bird fly away because he loved it. Then he cried.
The next day Mole went into the forest.
He saw his bird flying, soaring, free. And Mole was glad. 
 
 
 
 
 
- Mole and the Baby Bird by Marjorie Newman