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Sylvie gave a long sigh, she knew wild birds secret now. Slowly she began her dangerous trip down the ancient pine tree. She didn’t dare look down, try to forget that her fingers hurt and her feet were bleeding. All she wanted to think about was what the stranger would see to her when she told him where it find the herons nests.

As Sylvie climbed slowly down the pine tree, the stranger was waiting up back the farm. He was smiling because he was sure on the way the shy little girl had looked him. That she had seen the white heron. About an hour later Sylvie appeared, both grandmother and young man stood up as she came into the kitchen. The splendid moment to speak about her secret had come, but Sylvie was silent. Her grandmother was angry with her. “Where has she been?” The young man’s kind eyes looked deeply into Sylvie’s dark gray ones. He could give Sylvie and grandmother the dollars, he had promised to do this. They needed the money. Besides, Sylvie wanted to make them happy, but Sylvie was silent. She remembered how the white heron came flying through the golden air, and how they watched sun rise together from the top of the world. Sylvie could not speak, she could not tell the herons’ secret and gave its life away.

The young man went away disappointed later that day. Sylvie was sad, she wanted be his friend, he never returned. But many nights Sylvie heard the sound his whistle as she came home with her grandmother’s cow. With birds, better friends than the hunter might be, who could know?

You have been listening to the story called: The White Heron, written by Sarah Orne Jewett. It was adapted for special English by Donna Desintise. Your narrator was Cake Land. Listen again next week get the same time for this special English program of American stories, this is Shep O’Neal.