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He unpropped the root-house door and threw it open. Maurice hesitated on the threshold, peering into the darkness. "You may succeed," she replied, "but I'm afraid you would have to know Billy a long time to know him well." "Because when the egg's hatched, the little black bird is so much stronger an' bigger than the cedar birdies he takes most of the feed the old birds bring in. He starves the other little birds an' crowds 'em clean out o' the nest.".
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