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- Doodle was born when I was seven andwas, from the start, a disappointment. He seemed all head, with a tiny body that was red andshriveled like an old man's. Everybody thought he was going to die.
- So I dragged him across the cotton field to share the beauty of Old Woman Swamp. I lifted himout and sat him down in the soft grass. He began to cry.
- When I made him touch the casket, he screamed. Andeven when we were outside in the bright sunshine he clung to me, crying, "Don't leave me,Brother! Don't leave me!"
- Finally one day he stood alone for a few seconds. When he fell, I grabbed him in my arms andhugged him, our laughter ringing through the swamp like a bell. Now we knew it could be done.
- At that moment, the bird began to flutter. It tumbled down through the bleeding tree and landedat our feet with a thud. Its graceful neck jerked twice and then straightened out, and the bird wasstill. It lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and even death could not mar itsbeauty.
- I screamed above the pounding stormand threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying,sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis.
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