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I look out my classroom

window and shout, “Look,

the cranes!”

My teacher sighs. “Kinga,

that’s only a flock of crows!”

Another day I see black

specks in the sky. “The cranes!”

My friend Pema laughs and

says, “They’re pigeons, Kinga!”

Day after day, I wait for the

birds we call trung trung with

their long necks and their loud

squawking calls.

“They’re here!” I shout.

Pema says, “Yes. I see

them too!” Everyone runs to

the windows.