The lark once built her nest in a meadow, where it was soon hidden by the waving grain. Here she laid her tiny eggs, and kept them warm beneath her soft breast. Soon four little larks peeped from under her wings, crying to be fed. Now she must search far and near for food for these four hungry mouths. How busily the little mother flew back and forth, finding food for her little ones! They grew stronger and larger every day. Whenever they saw her, they lifted their heads and called lustily.
One day they chattered in great fear, "O mother! mother! Farmer Brown says he is going to get someone to cut his grain." "Never fear, my children; we are safely hidden away," answered the mother, cheerfully, as she flew off for another mouthful. The next day the baby birds had the same story to tell.
"O mother! mother! Farmer Brown says he is going to get someone to cut his grain, it is so tall." "Never fear, my children; we are safely hidden away," said the mother, cheerfully, and she flew away again. The next night the little larks all chirped together, "O mother! mother! Farmer Brown says he must cut the grain himself to- morrow." "Ah!" said the mother, "now we must be off, for the grain will be cut to- morrow." And so it happened. The next morning, very early, Farmer Brown came with his sleeves rolled up and his scythe on his shoulder, to cut the grain. The little larks tried their young wings, and flew away.
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