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"
It
’
s
a
bird
of
some
sort
.
It
’
s
like
a
duck
,
only
I
never
saw
a
duck
have
so
many
colors
.
"
The
bird
swam
swiftly
and
gracefully
toward
the
Magic
Isle
,
and
as
it
drew
nearer
its
gorgeously
colored
plumage
astonished
them
.
The
feathers
were
of
many
hues
of
glistening
greens
and
blues
and
purples
,
and
it
had
a
yellow
head
with
a
red
plume
,
and
pink
,
white
and
violet
in
its
tail
.
When
it
reached
the
Isle
,
it
came
ashore
and
approached
them
,
waddling
slowly
and
turning
its
head
first
to
one
side
and
then
to
the
other
,
so
as
to
see
the
girl
and
the
sailor
better
.
"
You
’
re
strangers
,
"
said
the
bird
,
coming
to
a
halt
near
them
,
"
and
you
’
ve
been
caught
by
the
Magic
Isle
and
made
prisoners
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
returned
Trot
,
with
a
sigh
;
"
we
’
re
rooted
.
But
I
hope
we
won
’
t
grow
.
"
"
You
’
ll
grow
small
,
"
said
the
Bird
.
"
You
’
ll
keep
growing
smaller
every
day
,
until
bye
and
bye
there
’
ll
be
nothing
left
of
you
.
That
’
s
the
usual
way
,
on
this
Magic
Isle
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
about
it
,
and
who
are
you
,
anyhow
?
"
asked
Cap
’
n
Bill
.
"
I
’
m
the
Lonesome
Duck
,
"
replied
the
bird
.
"
I
suppose
you
’
ve
heard
of
me
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Trot
,
"
I
can
’
t
say
I
have
.
What
makes
you
lonesome
?
"
"
Why
,
I
haven
’
t
any
family
or
any
relations
,
"
returned
the
Duck
.
"
Haven
’
t
you
any
friends
?
"
