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In the backyard garden at sunrise, soft golden light bathes blooming flowers as Lila stands smiling, short brown hair bouncing, tilting a blue watering can.
Lila watered flowers under the bright sunrise, short brown hair bouncing, cheerful and wise. Birds sang sweetly, filling air with delight; Lila smiled, hearing their tunes just right.
On a sunlit garden path, Lila kneels in short grass, wide-eyed and gentle, cupping The little bird with yellow-brown feathers in her palms; morning light casts soft shadows across fallen petals.
Lila gasped, "Oh dear, what happened to you?" A tiny canary, feathers yellow-brown, looked so blue. Carefully, she scooped it, whispering soft and light, "Don't worry, little friend, you'll soon feel right."
Inside Lila’s bright bedroom beside a sunny window, she arranges a circular petal nest on the sill while The little bird rests within it, eyes sparkling; a small dish of water and seeds sits nearby.
Each day, Lila brought water, seeds, and cheer, "Rest in my garden, little friend, I'm here!" She made a petal nest by her window’s sunny side and watched as hope sparkled in the canary's bright eyes.
At sunset in the flower garden, warm orange light surrounds Lila as she stands smiling, The little bird perched on her right shoulder, yellow-brown wings slightly spread, chirping a grateful note above a patch of vibrant daisies.
At week's end, Lila cheered, "Fly, my friend, fly high!" The canary fluttered up, singing thanks from the sky. Perched on her shoulder, it chirped a sweet word, and soon all of Lila's days with bird-songs stirred.
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