Good evening, children. It's Granny McDuff, ready with a story. So make yourselves comfy, and I'll begin.

Once upon a time, there once was a man who lived in the forest. He was a forester.

One day, he set out to hunt and no who lived in the forest. He was a forester.

One day, he set out to hunt,

and no sooner had he begun when he heard screaming.

It sounded like a child,

and so the forester walked towards it.

It was, in fact, a little boy. A condor, one of the largest birds of prey,

had swooped down and grabbed the little boy by his suspenders. He will not cease his crying,

it told the forester, I will take him.

The man told himself, jump down, little one, he cried.

So the boy did as he was told.

Where are you from?

He asked.

I have no home, sir.

I live in the forest, said the boy.

Well, you shall have a home now.

I am a forester.

I live in the forest too, said the man.

So the forester took the boy home.

The forester had a little daughter called Lena. He named the boy Fundevogel because he had found him in a tree, set there by a bird.

He was a little fledgling.

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