Birth


The little girl in the zo├Âlogical park tossed bits of a bun to the

stork, which gobbled them greedily, and bobbed its head toward her for

more.



"What kind of a bird is it, mamma?" the child asked.



The mother read the placard, and answered that it was a stork.



"O-o-o-h!" the little girl cried, as her eyes rounded. "Of course, it

recognized me!"



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