

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.

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."

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 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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